Testo di 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