lyrics
We came to visit you on Christmas week,
Alyssa was home from Logan for a winter break,
When we saw you through that complex glass,
She cried and stared at her feet,
Her eyes too soft for you in that sharp scene,
You blushed against a cold concrete,
I read a verse when faith felt meaningful to me,
It turned my visions toward fate and destiny,
“We know that all things work together
For them that love God”
Did god intend that you and I get lost?
If you loved Him would we here at all?
Did I chose it, all this singing, praying, and religion?
Born to spin, born to run, born to sin
Born to spin, born to run and born to be my kin
Soon, in time, they set you free,
free from the jail but not from the drink,
You shaved your head, and stood looking unashamed,
Known before you’re born, and were you named?
How much of this scene was foreordained?
Did a power fate this singing, praying, and religion?
Born to spin, born to run, born to sin
Born to spin, born to run and born to be my kin
credits
from
Power,
released December 2, 2016
Saxophone: Mark Benson
Saxophone composition: Emily Brown
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