Rick Springfield
"Blue Rose"

[Originally by Lizz Wright]

Blue as the crying sky
With no thorn, AND no THISTLE
Only AN open face
Staring at the waking world

Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine

Her arms stretch wide
To receive a life
And her ROOTS go deep into the BLACK EARTH for strength
And she blooms and

Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine

She blooms while the people sleep
Only the TRAVELERS SEE HER
To those who RISE with the noon day Sun
She is a closed mystery

AND Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
OH, Maybe sheґs just a morning glory
Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine
Lost in a tangle of vine