Without a penny to her name, Without a hope without a prayer, She out into the rain, To find a life somehow somewhere.
Down on Highway 49, An old trucker saw there, Stopped and offered her way To find a life somehow somewhere.
Chorus: talking he could tell, She had spent some time in hell. Got used walking in the rain. She learned to come to terms with pain. She said, \"This world just aint' fair, But I'll find a life somehow somewhere.\"
He said, pain you feel I know, Cause I've been here and I've been there. I've looked high and looked low, To find a life somehow somewhere.
In all my searching and wide, There is an answer I can share: You'e got to look deep down inside, find yourself in there somewhere.
Chorus
At a stoplight in Champaigne, Near the downtown city square, stepped out into the rain, To find a life somehow somewhere.
Before the trucker pulled away, He bowed his head and said a prayer: Lord, may this be the day, She finds a life somehow somewhere.\"