Look to my left, spot unhappiness.
I’m not gonna mind on my own.
Ignoring ain’t right, chime in with delight.
It might open doors for their growth.

’Cuz we’re all supposed to be, lifting up those in need.
A quarter mile ain’t a race for the flag.
It’s an open invitation, to share your meditations.
So give a little bit from your bag.

Then keep holdin’ on. Anticipate this song.
Then lift your friends to where they belong.
Then open up your phone, and record all you want.
We’re goin’ live so this can’t be wrong.

Where Did I Come From?
Was God Creating, or Cavemen Fornicating?
I’m Rare and I Know I'm Young.
I've Been Searchin’ Out Answers,
Dissecting Word Enhancers.
And Yet I’m Built to Last and Not Come Undone.
I’m Forever a Believer,
Some Friends Are In Betweeners.
And So I Pray, Please Come Get You Some.
We’re Open to the Public,
Reservations On the Subject.
Because I Really Want to Know How We Begun,
and Where Did I Come From?
Where Did I Come From?

Ask up above, define true love.
And then let the answer sink in.
Was it what you thought, or were the words store bought.
Listen closely on your mark, begin.

Never stop pressing on, move forward come along.
We’re all waiting here patiently.
’Cuz we’re delighted to feel your presence.
Understanding our existence.
Is the answer to all, believe you me

Then shoot like a straightened arrow.
Watch me sing I’m the Pharaoh.
Then send an Instagram, tell the world who I am.
I’ll find it in me to share though.

Where Did I Come From?
Was God Creating, or Cavemen Fornicating?
I’m Rare and I Know I'm Young.
I've Been Searchin’ Out Answers,
Dissecting Word Enhancers.
And Yet I’m Built to Last and Not Come Undone.
I’m Forever a Believer,
Some Friends Are In Betweeners.
And So I Pray, Please Come Get You Some.
We’re Open to the Public,
Reservations On the Subject.
Because I Really Want to Know How We Begun,
and Where Did I Come From?
Where Did I Come From?
and Where Did I Come From?
Where Did I Come From?
God's Only Son.

Music and Lyrics, 2019: Peter J. Beauchemin