Strophe
Time is running fast
Nothing there to last
Stumbling through the days
Nothing stops the hast
Truckloads of questions
A million distractions
That fire the fever
And crush the believer
Refrain
Come enter the refuge
A place to throw the anchor
The tower, well grounded
Provides the right perspective
Step into the hideout
Between the raging frontiers
The dugout well sheltered
All 'round the flames are kindled
Draw near to the hearthfire
To warm the struggling masses
The hometown of nations
Combines both high and humble
Come enter the refuge
Step through the narrow doorway
The highway, last resort
I flee and turn away
Strophe
Frenzy is in town
Yet all the people frown
The superfical gaze
And then they turn away
The fatal attraction
Of quick satisfaction
The lame imitation
spells alienation
Refrain
Refrain