Damon A. born in Santa Fe To a lovely girl who knew nothing of the world She said, "Baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame" He said, "I don't know, let me explain"
All his life, it was never right Still he had his dream, made it work out in-between Hearing "baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame" But they shut him 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?)
Maya Mi hated Tennessee, so she packed her bag Halfway gone she called her dad He said, "Baby girl, if you want free, you won't see me" She said, "Ok, and just let me be"
Got some work, called the bosses "sir" But although she tried, something's sick inside Hearing, "Baby girl, if you want free, you won't see me" 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 roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
