Ask me where I come from

And I'll tell you about white cotton fields

And honeysuckle vines that cling

To rotting wood fences

 

Ask me where I am

And I'll describe a lonely, sunken house

Resurrected by a lonely, hurting family

With nothing left but eachother

 

Ask me where I'll go

And I'll say somewhere, anywhere

But here in this empty town

Where memories make it hard to breath

 

Ask me who I am 

And I'll remain quiet

I'll ponder the question

And I'll say:

 

"I am white cotton fields and honeysuckle vines.

I am lonely, sunken, and hurting, with only my family left.

My memories force me awake at night,

so I lay breathless in the dark

and dream of a better life."