Love's Refugees

There's a silence growing before the comin' storm We're all around us alive or tattered and torn Stripped of spirit and stripped of pride Led to believe in the golden light A broken home is like a smokin' gun When the battles over the unfortunate ones Pick up the pieces with no guarantees That they won't be love's refugees Blame it on the father, blame it on the mother They just don't know how to talk to each other Like a river rollin' to the open sea Will all the children ever come to believe Or are the children love's refugees SOLO On the ship of fools there's a golden ring In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king Like Jezebel and old Ahab The more you want the less you have Blame it on the father, blame it on the mother They just don't know how to talk to each other Like a river rollin' to the open sea Will all the children ever come to believe Or are the children love's refugees Like a river rollin' to the open sea Will all the children ever be set free Or are the children love's refugees