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