Lyrics Yellow Room - Liz Rose

Yellow Room

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