(ian hunter)
When I was just sixteen — I stood waiting for a dream —
At barker street bus station every night
When I tried to get it on — she just looked at me with scorn — my courage
Turned to dust and I took flight
For those looks they seemed to say
You ain’t nuthin’ — go away
You’re just a face in the crowd so I went home and I vowed
I’m gonna be somebody — someday
Her name was irene wilde — oh such beauty for a child
When she started dating boys — I nearly died
For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand
I felt I had to crawl away and hide
In my mother’s living room I composed so many tunes
All the same — just a frame — for her nameand just to say
Gonna be somebody — someday
Wild as your name I soon left that country town
I been aroundseen some fameseen some ups and seen some downs
Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud
It’s that face in the crowd — didn’t dig it — much too proud…
When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
A barker street bus station non affair
At the time it seemed so sadbut it did not turn out bad
If you hadn’t messed me up I’d still be there
And I think most folks agreea little put-down makes them see
They ain’t no chain — just a link and that’s why you made me think
Gonna be somebody — be somebody — be somebody — someday