Getaway

We sweat out in the sun outside beloved Jerusalem to pay Caesar Augustus

We're under Herod's hand – the Romans rape and pillage our land
The land that God gave to us

But we're going to make a getaway
When the savior comes to take away our pain

King David prophesied there'll come a son with God on his side to conquer our enemies

I wish he'd come right now – turn Caesar's sword into a plow

Come, savior, hear our plea
But we're going to make a getaway
When the savior comes to take away our pain
Yes, we're waiting for a better day
When the glory's restored to Israel again