Lyrics:

(Nanci Griffith - Matthew Ryan)

This life is filled with wonder
This life is full of days not spent
Oh I cannot help but ponder
What relevance that lends

Chorus
Oh but everything is comin' up roses
And when I'm pushing daisies ...
They'll want roses anyway
Oh and everything's comin' up roses
It's comin' up roses every day

I've got a heart bent on confusion
I'm punch drunk straight half the time
I'm feeling watered down and diluted
Still the weather's holdin' fine

Chorus

There's a piece of land in Kentucky
My grandfather worked one long hot day
Now it's a flatland blacktop strip mall
Still, I remember what he'd say

Chorus twice

Everyday ... everyday ... buy the dozen ... everyday