John Barrowman A Boy From Nowhere
The nights grow cold, my search for gold
Is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
Its a fight to survive just until tomorrow
How can I display what I know Im worthy of
When they turn me away
The doors are closed to such as i
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who merely buy the right
To go where
Theyll be met with respect, not humiliation
A mans place on earth
I have come to realize
Is decided by birth
So whats the future
No matter where I go I will still belong...
In andalusia
Where we dont know where the next pennys coming from
Somethings wrong
Im bound to spain, I wont remain
A boy from nowhere
There has to be a place for me
And I must go where
I dont fantasize unlike a million others
Not a man alive
Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive
So whats the future
No matter where I go I will still belong...
In andalusia
Where good honest men grow weak and the rich grow
strong
Somethings wrong
Another dawn, another boy
A boy from nowhere
My destiny will guarantee
Ill only go where
Its a fight to survive just until tomorrow
One more mouth to feed
And the way things are round here,
Thats the last thing they need
