"I Am From" by Stan Worthley

I am from the small towns of New England, where every one knows what you had for dinner

Where the sea was once a way of life and a badge of pride, and the resting place of lost loved ones

I am from the back country roads we drove with no destination in mind,

Where the leaves on a cool fall day danced to the sounds of small block v8's thundering by

And the rubber left at stop signs was the only proof we were there

I am from the place of memories both good and bad

Where I had bowed as a peasant and stood as a king,

Where the greatest of hardships showed what would become the greatest of strengths 

I know where I am from but if you ask I do not know where I'm going