| Song | Jericho Bay |
| Artist | Icehouse |
| Album | Man of Colours/Code Blue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Davies, Lloyd | |
| 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 | |
| Everyday just like the one before | |
| She never told her mother, never told her father | |
| Never wasted one single tear | |
| Her secret safely hidden, no word of explanation | |
| She packs her bag and closes the door | |
| She's got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
| As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
| She's got a secondhand suitcase, her Sunday dress on | |
| And a photograph of Jericho Bay | |
| She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
| As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
| And she can hear the rails singing, way up to the moon | |
| Hanging yellow over Jericho bay | |
| And she'll never be back again. |
| zuo qu : Davies, Lloyd | |
| 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 | |
| Everyday just like the one before | |
| She never told her mother, never told her father | |
| Never wasted one single tear | |
| Her secret safely hidden, no word of explanation | |
| She packs her bag and closes the door | |
| She' s got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
| As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
| She' s got a secondhand suitcase, her Sunday dress on | |
| And a photograph of Jericho Bay | |
| She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
| As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
| And she can hear the rails singing, way up to the moon | |
| Hanging yellow over Jericho bay | |
| And she' ll never be back again. |
| zuò qǔ : Davies, Lloyd | |
| 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 | |
| Everyday just like the one before | |
| She never told her mother, never told her father | |
| Never wasted one single tear | |
| Her secret safely hidden, no word of explanation | |
| She packs her bag and closes the door | |
| She' s got a no return ticket on an overnight train | |
| As it pulls away from Jericho Bay | |
| She' s got a secondhand suitcase, her Sunday dress on | |
| And a photograph of Jericho Bay | |
| She leaves a sleepy town station and a simple gold ring | |
| As a souvenir of Jericho Bay | |
| And she can hear the rails singing, way up to the moon | |
| Hanging yellow over Jericho bay | |
| And she' ll never be back again. |