Oh, 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
Oh, 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
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
I will run
I will run
I will run
Run away
I will run
I will run, run, run, run, run
Run away
Oh, where I come from, these are the things I know
Never let your woman go, and never break her heart
