Roseanne - Denison Witmer, Rosie Thomas

Roseanne I still hear your voice

It echoes from suburbs outside of Detroit

We packed our guitars and our clothes

And carved your friend’s minivan down the west coast

Birthdays and our friends' weddings

We missed them all just to play and to sing

You can’t be in every place

You learn to extend yourself a little grace

Six weeks straight out on the road

Driving late after the shows

Sleep in places nobody knows

I would never trade the memory

But I would never say it’s easy

You called when your dad almost died

You moved back home and then you had a child

The way that you care for them both

Roseanne, I’ve been there

I know it’s no joke

My life is the same as before

One eye on my family

One eye on the door

You know what I’m speaking of

The sacrifice we make for the ones that we love

Six weeks straight out on the road

Driving late after the shows

Sleep in places nobody knows

I would never trade the memory

I would never say it’s easy