Where You Come From [The Voice Performance]
I trade goods for glory
I trade love for pain
I trade my tomorrows
If you just say my name
The spoon and this needle
This blood in my veins
I'm an innocent victim
On a runaway train
Now it's time to let go
It's time to break free
From these sins that I hold
And this blood that I bleed
Don't say goodbye
You don't have to hold on
The place where you come from is gone
The place where you come from is gone
I found God in the backseat
Of a stranger's used car
I found faith in the rumble
Of the stranger's guitar
I found love in the city
In a stranger's blue eyes
And I found salvation
In a stranger's goodbye
It's time to let go
It's time to break free
From these sins that I hold
And this blood that I bleed
Don't say goodbye
You don't have to hold on
The place where you come from is gone
Oh it's gone
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
The place where you come from is gone
The place where you come from is gone
The place where you come from is so long
Writer/s: Britton Buchanan