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