[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 the sideways glances
Words that would come in vivid colors
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 the chances life will give him

[Verse 4]
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

[Chorus 1]
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