Her left was right and her up was down
She was feeling stuck in this one road town
So grabbing the thorns that were on the rose
She caught a one way ticket to Mexico
There's nothing you can do to make it right
She's got a Saturday mind on a Sunday night
There's nothing you can do to make her stay
You know weeds always grow and flowers go away
They go away
You better quit all that living in the year before
It's too hard to tell what begins a war
Maybe you both you got in too soon
You were digging for gold with a plastic spoon
There's nothing you can do to make it right
Every smoking wick was once burning bight
There's nothing you can do to make her stay
You know weeds always grow and flowers go away
They go away