[Verse] Where does it come from? This funny thing that drives me on. Is it luck or desperation? Or just a game of tribulation. How does it take me? When it don't even have a map? And it don't know where I'm at. How does it know just where to go? [Verse] Did I really hafta walk through hell. Like I both cast and broke the spell. Could I have done things a little better. And maybe saved more of myself. Is it something else? Or maybe something deep inside of me? Can other people even see what I see? Or am I an island unto myself? [Verse] And all I know is after all this time. Is that I answer when it's callin'. Cause what I tend to make keeps fallin'. In my lap. So the long and short of all of it. At the end of every day. When I ask myself. Where does it come from. I still don't know. Just what to say.
