When you're runnin' baby
You can't let go
Life's on the line
When you're runnin', runnin', runnin'
From a cold, cold world
Voices they cry
Somewhere there's hope (somewhere there's hope)
Somebody please (somebody please)
Somewhere there's hope, waitin' there, waitin' there
Oo the wheels of fear
Turn truth into lies
Like a thief in the night
Hold on, through the smoke
And through the fire
No-one, can hide
Cause somewhere there's hope (somewhere there's hope)
Somebody please (somebody please)
Somewhere there's hope, waitin' there, waitin' there
Somewhere there's hope (somewhere there's hope)
Somebody please (somebody please)
Waitin' there, waitin' there
Somewhere there's hope (somewhere there's hope)
Somebody please (somebody please)
Somewhere there's hope, waitin' there, waitin' there
They cry, voices they cry
Somewhere there's hope, somebody please
This song of the week can be heard on For The Love Of Strange Medicine.
"I wrote this with Paul, Moyes, and Linc, and it's about being kind of on the streets and running in the
cold, cold world. Your life is on the line when you're out there, doing the things you think you need to do.
The only problem with that is some people don't get back.
It was written to the ones that are out there on the street who are a little bit close to not getting back.
Or maybe someone who thinks they may want back into their own life."
- Steve Perry, Sony Press Release,
1994
