Yellow Room - Liz Rose

Family foes and dime store friends

Painting the walls like a checkerboard game

Pictures of a father dressed up in his uniform

Worn out books lining the shelves

I can still tell you the stories they tell

Dancing to the Beatles on red brick linoleum floor

Now it’s wild and overgrown

And I can’t call you on the phone

Why’d you have to leave so soon?

I miss seeing you sitting in the yellow room

I remember politics would get you so upset

Your mom would always save me with a «Jack, come to bed,»

Didn’t know it them, but you were building a fire in me

Head of the table, the heart of the home

I guess I look for you in every man I’ve know

Funny all the places that I find you in my memory

Now it’s wild and overgrown

And I can’t call you on the phone

Why’d you have to leave so soon?

I miss you seeing you sitting in the yellow room

It’s been a while since you’ve been gone

Now the whole damn world has moved on

And on this Sunday afternoon

I miss seeing you sitting in the yellow room

I miss seeing you sitting in the yellow room