And I don't know where I fit in.
   But I fear I'm growing numb.
   and after all that I've been through,
   there's one thing I can't forget...
    Where I come from.

 Now it ain't easy being sixteen.
   You don't own your life;
    you can't own your dreams.
  It's like no one ever seems to give a damn,
   Can't find a single soul who'll understand.

  So I'm leavin' this cold and wind-blown plain.
   I'm stakin' it on a west-bound train.
  It's like some old dusty rodeo with faded memories
   and nowhere left to go.

And I don't know where I fit in.
   But I'm fear I'm growing numb.
   and after all that I've been through,
   there's one thing I can't forget...
    Where I come from.

   Now this life should be for livin'.
   as my hopes lie with my dreams.
   So I'll take what I've been givin'
   and I'll do the best I can within
                        my means.

  Intrumental

I don't know where I fit in.
   And I'm fear I'm growing numb.
   and after all that I've been through,
   there's one thing I can't forget...
   Well, there's just one thing I can't forget...
    Where I come from.
    Where I come from.
    Where I come from.

        
   Copyright: Ray William Roldan co-write with Mark Hayes 2007