Текст: Ron Block. Someone.

My father was an old man, he worked so hard and long
He asked me to believe that he had all that he could want
Holding up his hands he said, ?These hands have bled for you
Lord knows you've been worth it, too?

He smiled at me sadly as I walked out of his door
I told him once again, just like time and time before
?I know that you're contented but before my life is done
I am gonna be someone?

I set out on my own to find the life I planned for me
I was longing for a high and lonely destiny
Spending all my days on the debt of my tomorrows
Looking for some love but I found none, 'cause I was gonna be someone

It took me years of pain to find what he already knew
Contentment doesn't come from what you say or what you do
Peace just like a river comes by resting in the sun
And I don't have to be someone

I set out on my own to find the life I planned for me
I was longing for a high and lonely destiny
Spending all my days on the debt of my tomorrows
Living comes from resting in the sun and I don't have to be someone

Peace just like a river comes by resting in the sun
And I don't have to be someone