I ran from the devil, he was on my back
from the Blue Ridge Mountains I followed your path.
I jumped in the river to cleanse my skin, but my skin froze again
when the snow came down.
Still, in the dark I cry your name. Jesus won’t save your pain.
I’ve learned you can’t run from the dirty past. Mistakes don’t disperse
through the mountain pass. Some say it was the wind that dragged me down
but I know lack of faith is what made me drown.
Still, in the dark, I cry your name. Jesus won’t save your pain.
Jesus won’t save your pain.