The Others

It's a reoccurring memory
Familiar old refrain
If I'd have been born a hundred years ago
This bus would be a train
And I'm runnin' like I'm wanted to a place that feels more free
Out here singin' for the others like me

I suppose I'm one of those that are born to run
Believin' that there'd never ever be a faster gun
It's a fever in the blood
You can feel but you can't see
Out here singin' for the others like me

There's a fire that burns inside of me
And it's you that feeds the flame
Well, I go to bed a dreamin' and I wake up just the same
There's a space that you help fill
And only god knows where I'll be
Out here singin' for the others like me

When my runnin' days are over, my work on earth is through
I hope the words I sang brought peace
And melodies ranging true
And no longer I'll be wonderin'
Where all this wonderin' might lead
Out here singin' for the others like me

There's a fire that burns inside of me
And it's you that feeds the flame
Well, I go to bed a dreamin' and I wake up just the same
There's a space that you help fill
And only god knows where I'll be
Out here singin' for the others like me
Out here singin' for the others like me

Out here singin' for the others like me