For the City

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