I first saw it by the pixel in an apple picture frame
The setting for a victory in a child's adventure game
I was a wide-eyed boy on whitman when i took it to the road
Read all those cowboy fairy tales and i knew i had to go on down
To the city of roses
To the city of roses
I rode a thousand miles on a bicycle in the rain,
Spied a million blooms along the way that gave the place its name
Boy you'd better stop to smell them, because they quickly wilt away
Then one day you check the mirror, find you're growing old and gray
In the city of roses
In the city of roses
And sometimes all i can do is play the blues, just play the blues
Sometimes all i can do is play those rainy day west coast blues
And pray tomorrow finally brings the sun
I was bound to plant a garden when i finally found some dirt
Now dinner is my birthright, and i just grind for dessert
Guess i'm right back where I started, at the foot of whitman's bridge
Green arches in the western sky frame fading images
Of the city of roses
Of the city of roses
Of the city of roses
Of the city of roses