Jericho Bay by Icehouse
Every night, he comes home late,
And if she's lucky he'll just pass her by
Every night, she sits and waits
Though he never thought to ask her why
Broken table in the kitchen, neighbours wake and listen
He complains about the mess in the place
In the morning she'll forgive him, think of any reason
To forget about the state of her face
She's got a no return ticket on an overnight train
As it pulls away from Jericho Bay
She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring
As a souvenir of Jericho Bay
Everyday, she counted the hours
And the weeks she counted on the wall
Everyday, just a little older
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