Rabbit Will Run - Iron & Wine

Last I saw mother, she rose from a chair

When they caught me I just finished combing my hair

Because the rabbit will run as the colt does along with the mare

We’ve all learned the earth while we’ve carried the throne

We dove under the rivers and under our clothes

And I still have a prayer as sure as my settling bones

Last I saw mother, she covered my ears

When they caught me I offered the captain a beer

Because the rabbit will run and the lion has nothing to fear

We bricked up the garden and know what it means

And we’ve all kissed a virgin as if she were clean

And I still have a prayer despite all the colors I’ve seen

And judgment is just like a cup that we share

I’ll jump over the wall and I’ll wait for you there

Well past the weeds in our vision of things to come

We’ve all heard the rooster and all been denied

And we’ve seen through the haze and the spit in our eyes

And I still have a prayer, a well-weathered word to the wise

Last I saw mother, she smelled like a rose

When they caught me, the captain, he opened my nose

Because the rabbit will run and the wind takes a bird where it blows

We’ve all traded lovers and woke up alone

And we clapped for the king though our fingers were cold

I still have a prayer cause I love what I cannot control

Last I saw mother, she acted surprised

When they caught me, the captain, he cried like a child

Because the rabbit will run, and good dogs together go wild

We’ve all lived in grace at the end of the day

And we’ve armed all the children we thought we betrayed

I still have a prayer but too few occasions to pray

Judgment is just like a cup that we share

I’ll jump over the wall and I’ll wait for you there

Well past the weeds in our vision of things to come

And we’ve all found a reason for hiding a gun

We’ve helped out a few if we’ve hurt anyone

I still have a prayer and so be it, I’ve done what I’ve done

Last I saw mother, she blew me a kiss

When they caught me, the cuffs cut the blood from my wrist

'Cause the rabbit will run and the pig has to lay in its piss

We’ve all given half to the hand in our face

We’ve all taken a stone from the holiest place

And I still have a prayer and I’ve furthered the world in my wake