by Sean Magwire (Sean Magwire)
Where I come from these are the things I know
Never let your woman go and never break her heart
Oh but where I come from is only miles of broken roads
Only love that will never grow, It ends before it starts
Where I come from you die for the things you own
You never let your weakness show, You never pray to God
Oh but where I come from, heaven is the fool man’s gold
Leads you anywhere but home, Leads you to nowhere
But I will run, I will run, I will run, Run away
Deep in the valley of concrete and alleys, the stars never shine through the haze
I must get rid of my face, get rid of my faith, and change my philosophies
Like holes in the pavement I fall through the pages, A note that got lost in the rain
Take me the furthest away that I can be safe from the place that is haunting me
But I will run, I will run, I will run, Run away
Where I come from these are the things I know
Never let your woman go and never break her heart