Rose of Jericho

He sits 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 sideway glances

Words that would come in vivid colors if she let them slip off 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 back yard trees

There's a cross on the side of the road reflecting itself 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 blessing 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 no one knows

But somewhere stuck inside it's too proud to die the rose of Jericho

The Rose of Jericho sits 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 itself

Moonlight reaches bedroom windows high above the town below

You can't always count on rain to water what you need to grow