Every Rose Has Its Thorn

We both lie silently still in the (Eb)dead of night.

Although we (Bb)both lie close together,

we feel (Eb)miles apart inside.

Was it something I said or something I did,

did my (Bb)words not come out right?

Though I (F)tried not to hurt you,

yeah, I tried, but I guess that's why they say:

(Bb)Ev'ry rose has its thorn

just like ev'ry night has its dawn.

Just like ev'ry cowboy sings his sad,

sad song.

Ev'ry rose has its thorn.

Yeah, it does.

(Eb)I (Bb)listen to our fav'rite song playing on the (Eb)radio.

Hear the D.

J. say that love's a game of easy come and easy go.

But I wonder does he know,

has he ever felt like this?

And I know that you'd be here right now if I,

I could let you know somehow.

(Gm)Though it's been a while now,

I can still feel so much pain.

(Gm)Like a knife that cuts you,

the wound heals, (Eb)but that scar,

that scar remains.

(Gm)Ev'ry rose, (Eb)evry (Bb)rose,

(Gm)ev'ry rose has its thorn.

(Bb)I know I could have saved a love that night if I'd (Eb)known what to say.

(Bb)Instead of making love we both (Eb)made our sep'rate ways.

And now (Bb)I hear you found (Eb)somebody new,

and that (Bb)I never meant that (Eb)much to you.

And to (F)hear that tears me up inside and to (Eb)see you cuts me like a knife.

(Bb)Ev'ry rose has its thorn

just like ev'ry night has its dawn.

Just like ev'ry cowboy sings his sad,

sad song.

Ev'ry rose has its thorn.

Yeah, it does.