Rose Of Jericho

G

He sits still, legs crossed
At the kitchen table, only lost
       C
In his gin and tonic and the smell
Of afternoon cigarettes

      G
She’s mastering the way she dances
In between sideway glances
C
Words that would come in vivid colours
                                     G
If she let them slip off of her lips

Generations handed down
Blame the pain on times they live in
  C
A modern version of his father now
Wasting all these chances life will give him

    G
But in her way she’s done one better
Coats are made for winter weather
C
Neighbour kids play in the street
                                       G       Am
The sun sinks down below the back yard trees

                       C
There’s a cross on the side of the road
  G                  D              Am
Reflecting itself in car a window
                    C
And where does love really go
      G                    D
Maybe no one knows, no one knows
              Em
But somewhere stuck inside
         C
It’s too proud to die
            G
The rose of Jericho

Falling into old routines
That history deems worth repeating
C
Prayers that seem to say themselves
Self-help books on dusty shelves

   G
If everything is temporary
Why should they care how it shines?
    C
The simple truth in looks deceiving
                        G       Am
Are the blessings in disguise

                       C
There’s a picture they took long ago
     G                        D     Am
In a white dress and black tuxedo
                    C
And where does love really go
      G                          D
Maybe no one knows, maybe no one knows
              Em
But somewhere stuck inside
         C
It’s too proud to die
            G         D
The rose of Jericho

                        C
The Rose of Jericho sits on a shelf
G                        D
Waiting to be watered by somebody else
                          C
But it can’t love you without a little help
          G                        D
'Cause it don’t know how to love itself

G
Moonlight reaches bedroom windows
High above the town below
C
You can’t always count on rain
                                G
To water what you need to grow

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