City Of Refuge - Abigail Washburn

I got a mother

I got a father

Diamond rations, stark white collar

She looks good

He makes the dollars

I’m just free to do what I wanna

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 my knees, the clouds keep fallin' 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

When 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 the 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 burdens lay in the town

Where we came from