Until the Race is Run by Jordan Page Lyrics
I picked up an angel whose left wing was broken
I sewed him together with some string and a vision
He raised his right hand and he gave me an answer
My mouth opened wide and I asked many questions
I see crowds of people all gathered around me
They all want the truth but they don’t want to hear it
I fear they will rob me if I dare to speak it
But poverty bears the fruit of the prophet
And oh, I am nothing but an old bag full of bones
If I can’t feel my soul burning out in the cold
And all that I ask for please let it be done
Let my feet keep moving until this race is run
I spent all my life in the shadow of dreamers
In the warped human drama that elevates cheaters
But where will I go when the curtain has fallen?
When the theatre’s quiet and the encore’s been taken?
Well all I can offer is a voice some hands and song
But I’ll keep on singing until that voice is gone
All that I ask for please let it be done
Let my feet keep running until this race is won
And people will change like the leaves from summer to fall
But too many winters will make them forget that they ever changed color at all
And history should be a mirror
Its more like a blank chalkboard on the wall
Maybe someday, maybe someday
And if there is beauty I know I will see it
And if its held prisoner I’ll break chains to free it
I’ll ride through the cities like Christ on a donkey
When I know that Jesus is sitting beside me
And if any man shall ask he’ll be given
And from him who steals much more will be taken
Cause there’s many wrong roads that lead to the prison
So pray for us sinners a squabblin’ and fightin’
Some things in this world mean nothing, some things mean even less
As you go from one state of motion to another of rest
All that I would love to see happen, Lord can it be done?
Let my feet keep moving until this race is run
All that I ask for please let it be done
Let my feet keep running until this race is run
I sewed him together with some string and a vision
He raised his right hand and he gave me an answer
My mouth opened wide and I asked many questions
I see crowds of people all gathered around me
They all want the truth but they don’t want to hear it
I fear they will rob me if I dare to speak it
But poverty bears the fruit of the prophet
And oh, I am nothing but an old bag full of bones
If I can’t feel my soul burning out in the cold
And all that I ask for please let it be done
Let my feet keep moving until this race is run
I spent all my life in the shadow of dreamers
In the warped human drama that elevates cheaters
But where will I go when the curtain has fallen?
When the theatre’s quiet and the encore’s been taken?
Well all I can offer is a voice some hands and song
But I’ll keep on singing until that voice is gone
All that I ask for please let it be done
Let my feet keep running until this race is won
And people will change like the leaves from summer to fall
But too many winters will make them forget that they ever changed color at all
And history should be a mirror
Its more like a blank chalkboard on the wall
Maybe someday, maybe someday
And if there is beauty I know I will see it
And if its held prisoner I’ll break chains to free it
I’ll ride through the cities like Christ on a donkey
When I know that Jesus is sitting beside me
And if any man shall ask he’ll be given
And from him who steals much more will be taken
Cause there’s many wrong roads that lead to the prison
So pray for us sinners a squabblin’ and fightin’
Some things in this world mean nothing, some things mean even less
As you go from one state of motion to another of rest
All that I would love to see happen, Lord can it be done?
Let my feet keep moving until this race is run
All that I ask for please let it be done
Let my feet keep running until this race is run