Taught To Be Proud

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