i was taught to be proud of where i come from and i m so sad that i m the only one like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself how did he think that he got to promised lands sometimes i m confused and i don t know where i m going mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a blowing i m always sure of an angel when she gets here but i never see her coming and i miss her when she disappears gone gone gone not gone for long if you re taught to be proud of where you come from gone gone gone not gone for long if you re taught to be proud of where you come from it s hard to be cool when you re playing for the prophets they really know if you got it or you lost it i ll sing this song but i don t know where it came from reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum gone gone gone not gone for long if you re taught to be proud of where you come from gone gone gone not gone for long if you re taught to be proud of where you come from sometimes i m confused i don t know where i m going mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a blowing and i m always sure of an angel when she gets here but i never see her coming and i miss her when she disappears gone gone gone not gone for long if you re taught to be proud of where you come from gone gone gone not gone for long if you re taught to be proud of where you come from