Lyrics

He sits beneath the willow tree,
Watching clouds go drifting by,
Got a pocket full of daydreams
And a far-off kind of sigh.
He hums a tune he never finishes,
A song he'll never play,
Keeps his heart behind a window
Where the world can't find its way.

He walks the same old winding road,
Never stepping out too far,
Says he's waiting for a moment
But he's never sure it's ours.
He's a quiet kind of wanderer
Who never leaves his place,
Searching for a little meaning
In the lines of his own face.

(Chorus)
He's a somewhere boy,
Living in a halfway land,
Trying hard to find the courage
Just to take a simple stand.
He's a somewhere boy,
Lost between the "might" and "should,"
Wishing he could find the fire
To become the man he could.

He sketches out his future
In the margins of a page,
But the ink keeps slowly fading
Like a dream that slips with age.
He's a whisper in the open air,
A shadow in the sun,
Waiting for a spark to tell him
He's the one he's waiting on.

(Bridge)
If he'd only lift his eyes,
If he'd only trust the fall,
He might find the world is wider
Than the fears that keep him small.
There's a light inside him glowing,
Though he hides it from the view --
He could be a shining someone
If he only ever knew.

(Chorus)
He's a somewhere boy,
Living in a halfway land,
Trying hard to find the courage
Just to take a simple stand.
He's a somewhere boy,
Lost between the "might" and "should,"
Wishing he could find the fire
To become the man he could.

Maybe someday he'll awaken
To the sunrise on his skin,
Feel the pull of something brighter
And decide to let it in.
But until that moment finds him,
He'll keep drifting where he stands --
Just a somewhere boy still learning
How to take life in his hands.