From the recording Where You Come From
Produced by Oliver Solstice Barrow
Lyrics
He's the only child of a lonely ghost.
Raised upon the crying of the heavenly host.
He sees the day through the storm-down pines.
Been caught red handed with no alibi.
Name the flowers that you saw.
Sing a tune in your crooked drawl.
Where you come from is gone.
It’s almost like it was never there all along.
Every angel plays as a rough thief.
She's got a lockpick there with the wind under her wings.
And now the village grocery has become a bank.
Can’t remember the past, no, not when your present is blank.
Name the flowers that you saw.
Sing a tune in your crooked drawl.
Where you come from is gone.
It’s almost like it was never there all along.
Just one stoplight and the truth.
You see the shingles, baby, they've all blown off your roof.
And now it's time to lay your head down.
You keep trying harder and harder but you’re never gonna leave this town.
Where you come from, where you come from, where you come from is gone.
Where'd you come from? Where did you come from? Where'd you come from?
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone.
Where'd you come from? Where'd you come from? Where'd you come from?
It's gone.
Where'd you come from? Where did you come from? Where'd you come from?
It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone.
