Damon A. born in Santa Fe
To a lovely girl who knew nothing of the world
He 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)
*Play it same as the first *
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
