Lori McKenna - Rose of Jericho lyrics
[Lori McKenna - Rose of Jericho lyrics]
He sit's, still legs crossed
At the kitchen table, only lost
In his gin and tonic, and the smell
Of afternoon cigarettes
She's mastering the way she dances
In between the sideways glances
Words that would come in vivid colors
If she let them slip off of her lips
Generations handed down
Blame the pain on times they live in
A modern version of his father now
Wasting all the chances life will give him
But in her way she's done one better
Coats are made for winter weather
Neighbor kids play in the street
The sun sinks down below the backyard trees
There's a cross on the side of the road
Reflecting it'self in a car window
Where does love really go?
Maybe no one knows, no one knows
But somewhere stuck inside
It's too proud to die the Rose of Jericho
Falling into old routines
That history deems worth repeating
Prayers that seem to say themselves
Self help books on dusty shelves
If everything is temporary
Why should they care how it shines?
The simple truth in looks deceiving
Are the blessings in disguise
There's a picture they took long ago
In a white dress, black tuxedo
Where does love really go?
Maybe no one knows, maybe no one knows
But somewhere stuck inside
It's too proud to die the Rose of Jericho
The Rose of Jericho sit's on a shelf
Waiting to be watered by somebody else
But it can't love you without a little help
'Cause it don't know how to love it'self
Moonlight reaches bedroom windows
High above the town below
You can't always count on rain
To water what you need to grow
At the kitchen table, only lost
In his gin and tonic, and the smell
Of afternoon cigarettes
She's mastering the way she dances
In between the sideways glances
Words that would come in vivid colors
If she let them slip off of her lips
Generations handed down
Blame the pain on times they live in
A modern version of his father now
Wasting all the chances life will give him
But in her way she's done one better
Coats are made for winter weather
Neighbor kids play in the street
The sun sinks down below the backyard trees
There's a cross on the side of the road
Reflecting it'self in a car window
Where does love really go?
Maybe no one knows, no one knows
But somewhere stuck inside
It's too proud to die the Rose of Jericho
Falling into old routines
That history deems worth repeating
Prayers that seem to say themselves
Self help books on dusty shelves
If everything is temporary
Why should they care how it shines?
The simple truth in looks deceiving
Are the blessings in disguise
There's a picture they took long ago
In a white dress, black tuxedo
Where does love really go?
Maybe no one knows, maybe no one knows
But somewhere stuck inside
It's too proud to die the Rose of Jericho
The Rose of Jericho sit's on a shelf
Waiting to be watered by somebody else
But it can't love you without a little help
'Cause it don't know how to love it'self
Moonlight reaches bedroom windows
High above the town below
You can't always count on rain
To water what you need to grow