Abigail Washburn - Chains lyrics

Carried on a fire Like a spark in black smoke To a place where no one spoke his name Burning black Expectations Could a destination make his name Running out of time standing still Something's gotta change or nothing will You gotta leave your home rattle all your bones And shake off of your chains All of your chains... 4x New to an old town But a town that knew him She could stare right through his youthful face Morning came A cool collector And the more and more she took she took the less he gave Running out of time standing still Something's gotta change or nothing will You gotta leave your home rattle all your bones And shake off of your chains All of your chains... (4x)