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