Lyrics

All the kitchen lights are on
Spilling yellow on the wall
Broke the clock with a bottle and a rock
In a town they called Jericho
I might leave here for a while

Seems the pleased ones always plead
With skinny legs and scabby knees
To hold it all when the final curtain falls
And blame it on Jericho
I might leave here for a while

Blow your horn home

And the loudest prayers play
For recognition of their names
Etched in glass as the chosen ones file past
To make their way through Jericho
I might leave here for a while

Who would trade a sheltered home
For miles of earth to walk alone
The castaway who never saw the light of day
Until he came upon Jericho
I might leave here for a while

Blow your horn home