The Boy from Nowhere - Michael Ball

The nights grow cold

My search for gold is leading nowhere

Whichever lonely road I take it seems to go where

It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow

How can I display

What I know I'm worthy of

When they turn me away.

The doors are closed to such as I

A Boy from Nowhere

But not to those who merely buy the right to go where

There'll be men with respect not humiliation

A man's place on earth

I have come to realise is decided by birth.

So what's the future?

No matter where I go

I will still belong

In Andalusia

Where we don't know where the next penny's coming from -

Something's wrong

I vow to Spain, I won't remain a Boy from Nowhere

There has to be a place for me and I must go where

I don't fantasise, like a million others

Not a man alive

Had to beg or steal or fight for the need to survive

So what's the future?

No matter where I go, I will still belong

In Andalusia

The good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong

Something's wrong

Another dawn, another morn

A Boy from Nowhere

My destiny will guarantee that I must go where

It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow

One more mouth to feed

And the way things are round here

That's the last thing they need