Babylon Lyrics

Dear Babylon

I heard from a friend you're doing fine

You cast him out for asking questions that you didn't like but

I guess that's just how it goes

Maybe you're wrong

When giving people bread and wine

Your teachers hurt them and you tell them that it's all in sight of

A plan that you don't even know

So you're Christ's own body?

I think you're out of shape again

Built a wicked city with the richest men

And called ourselves their kin

What's going on?

You said we stood for equal rights

You don't see color but you're only kind to other whites

Like Jesus had an English nose

Oh, Babylon

I think we're speaking different tongues

You're building towers like the battle's not already won

And reaping seeds you never sowed

So you're Christ's own body?

I think you're out of shape again

Built a wicked city with the richest men

And called ourselves their kin

I'm not sure how to fix the problem

It's not my job to have the answers anyway

I guess I'll stay here waiting

(I'll sit here waiting on you)

(I'll sit here waiting)

Dear Babylon

I haven't given up all hope

I figured I should try and so I wrote this little note

I hope I see you all at home

Mm, oh Babylon