Someplace
© 2001 Kate Mesmer & D. A. Shea

Eighteen, he lives on the street
Never taught to read or write
He learned the language of guns and knives
Every day he has to fight

He has nowhere else to go
He's just looking for someplace
Nowhere else to go
Looking for someplace

Thirty-five, she writes poetry
Likes her movies black and white
She raised three children by herself
But still dreams of Mr. Right

She has nowhere else to go
She's just looking for someplace
Nowhere else to go
Looking for someplace

Tell me where you go
When you are all alone
And you can't go home

Sixty-three, the kids are gone
Anger is served at every meal
Silence is “measured with coffee spoons”
There are wounds that time can't heal

They have nowhere else to go
They're just looking for someplace
Nowhere else to go
Looking for someplace

We have nowhere else to go
We're all looking for someplace
Nowhere else to go
Looking for someplace