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