Without a penny her name, Without a hope without a prayer, She stepped out into the rain, To find a life somehow somewhere.
on Highway 49, An old trucker saw her there, Stopped and offered her way To find a life somehow somewhere.
Chorus: Without talking he tell, She had spent some time in hell. used to walking in the rain. She learned to come to terms with pain. She said, \"This world just aint' fair, I'll find a life somehow somewhere.\"
He said, \"This pain you feel I know, Cause I've been here and I've been I've looked high and I've 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, And find 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 a prayer: \"Good Lord, may this be the day, She finds a life somehow somewhere.\"