The Boy From Nowhere

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