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[Verse 1]

He sits still, legs crossed 

At the kitchen table, only lost 
       C
In his gin and tonic and the smell 

Of afternoon cigarettes


[Verse 2]
      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 


[Verse 3]

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


[Verse 4]
    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


[Chorus]
                       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


[Verse 5]

Falling into old routines

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


[Verse 6]
   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 


[Chorus]
                       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


[Bridge]
                        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


[Verse 7]
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