I’m walking out, gonna help myself.
And then I’m gonna tear through the chains and free somebody else.
I’m shutting it down, gonna switch it all off.
And when I finally tune out the noise you’ll hear something sing soft.
I ain’t exactly no angel. That’s how I dealt with the pain.
I sold my secrets to so many strangers—kept me from going insane.
And I know who’s responsible for all my heavens and hells.
And I know anything is possible. I don’t need a wishing well—
‘cause she’s coming with me. We’re walking straight through that door.
The one that filters out the approval we don’t need anymore.
She’s been around the block a time or two or three
and the kind of knowledge she has acquired don’t come painlessly.
And she knows who’s responsible for all her heavens and hells.
And she knows anything is possible. She don’t need a wishing well.
We’re walking out, gonna help ourselves.
And then we’re gonna tear off the chains and free everyone else.
Free everyone else. Free everyone else. Free everyone else.
from Saint Ain't
released March 17, 2014
Krystal Peterson, Belinda Lipscomb, Gerald Brown: harmony vocals
Bob Nyswonger: Bass
RF: everything else
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