Intro: verse 1 He sits still, legs crossed At the kitchen table, only lost In his gin and tonic and the smell Of afternoon cigarettes verse 2 She’s mastering the way she dances In between sideway glances Words that would come in vivid colours If she let them slip off of her lips verse 3 Generations handed down Blame the pain on times they live in A modern version of his father now Wasting all these chances life will give him verse 4 But in her way she’s done one better Coats are made for winter weather Neighbour 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 car a window And 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 Verse 5 Falling into old routines That history deems worth repeating Prayers that seem to say themselves Self-help books on dusty shelves Verse 6 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 and black tuxedo And 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 Bridge 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 Verse 7 Moonlight reaches bedroom windows High above the town below You can’t always count on rain To water what you need to grow