We both lie silently still in the dead of the night. Although we both lie close together we feel miles apart inside. Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did? Did my words not come out right? Tho' I tried not to hurt you, tho' I tried. But I guess that's why they say... Every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn, just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn, yeah it does. I listen to your favorite song playin' on the radio, hear the DJ say love's a game of easy come and easy go; But I wonder does he know, has it ever felt like this? and I know that you'd be here right now if I could have let you know somehow, I guess. Every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn, just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn. Though it's been a while now I can still feel so much pain, like the knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains. I know I could have saved our love that night, if I'd known what to say. Instead if making love we both made our separate ways. Now I hear you've found somebody new and that I never meant that much to you, to hear that tears me up inside and to see you cuts me like a knife. Every rose has its thorn, just like every night has its dawn, just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn.