Damon A. born in Santa Fe
To a lovely girl who knew nothing of the world
He said, âbaby boy, go for the fame, go for the fameâ
He said, âI don't know, let me explainâ
All his life, it was never right
Still he had his dream, made it work out in-between
Hearing âbaby boy, go for the fame, go for the fameâ
But they shut him out
So alone, guess I gotta find a home
(Were we born to be...)
So alone, guess I gotta find a home
(Were we born to be alone?)
Maya Mi hated Tennessee, so she packed her bag
Halfway gone she called her dad
He said, âBaby girl if you want free, you won't see meâ
He said, âOk, and just let me beâ
Got some work, called the bosses âsirâ
But although she tried, something's sick inside
Hearing, âBaby girl if you want free, you won't see meâ
And they shot her down
So alone, guess I gotta find a home
(Were we born to be...)
So alone, guess I gotta find a home
(Were we born to be alone?)
No, sorry, everybody wants their way
Everybody wants their way in the Promise Land
So sorry, everybody has to wait
Everybody has to wait in the Promise Land
It's been a long time, I need to go
Maybe I'll hit the road
What I'm trying to find, I don't even know
Maybe I'll hit the road