And I'm out...
When I'm out on the streets
At night looking
Looking for someone to share
My hopes and dreams with
But no one is there for me
When I stand on the street at night
I'm crying...
Crying for someone to see
The importance of being free
Will someone ever be?
And of course
There is people out to get me
But they don't have a trace
Of me and my soul
Riding high tonight
