City Of Refuge
Abigail Washburn
City of Refuge
City Of Refuge - Abigail Washburn
I got a mother, I got a father
Diamond lace and stark white collar
She looks good, he makes the dollars
I'm just sweeter, you wouldn't want her
I gotta run, run, run, run
I gotta run
Mama's at ease in socialite graces
Papa remembers the names with the faces
I can speak on the topic of religion
Just can't seem to make a clear decision
I gotta run, run, run, run
Run to the City of Refuge
I gotta run, I gotta run
Mama's got a lover, papa thinks he's sober
Pray on me knees, the clouds keep rolling over
Torn down the lace, booze on his collar
They never ask if the secret's boiling over
Under white sheets where all I do is wonder
Where I'm gonna run, run, run, run
Run to the City of Refuge
Where everyone is made new
I gotta run, I gotta run
Where there's a mother, where there's a father
Adam's on the roof and Eve is in the gutter
Eden's on the far side where the circle started
To run with gods, you gotta run harder
Run, run, run
Run to the City of Refuge
Where everyone is made new
Oh, the City of Refuge
Where everyone is made new
Oh, the City of Refuge
Where our burden's laying it down
Where we came from