I am from a certain place

Finds a million different ways to make you feel like you’re not home And I am picking up my pace

But I hate the human race, so I don’t know where to go

Digging in my pocket like there’s gold

Everybody’s out here on their own

And every flower’s gonna die

They told you that’s a part of life

I am from a certain place

Finds a million different ways to make you feel like you’re not home And I am picking up my pace

But I hate the human race, so I don’t know where to go

I have made it far with one headlight

It’s trying hard, it burns so bright

My hands have turned pale and cold

The public’s concern grows old

When they heard the news of reason

They stood in silence

It is not the thinking of me or them

I am from a certain place

Finds a million different ways to make you feel like you’re not home And I am picking up my pace

But I hate the human race, so I don’t know where to go