every rose has its thornjust like every night has it's dawnjust like every cowboy sings a sad, sad songevery rose has its thornYea it doesI listen to your favorite songplayin' on the radiohear the dj say love's a game ofeasy come and easy gobut i wonder does he knowhas it ever felt like thisand i know that you'd be here right nowif i could have let you know somehow i guess..