Barry Manilow - The Kid Inside lyrics
[Barry Manilow - The Kid Inside lyrics]
There's a kid inside
And I have him with me always
There's a kid inside
Walking down old high school hallways
Where's a kid inside
At a desk, at a dance, in the halls
In the showers
There's a kid inside to this very day
And he makes a try for that high pop fly
That I fumbled one September
And he makes a fuss over some A+
That I shouldn't still remember
And he goes along getting hurt, getting mad
Fighting fights that are over
And unless I'm strong
All my senses are carried away
I can feel my hand, my trembling hand
On Michelle's angora sweater
I can hear my band, that awful band
Only now it sounds much better
I can see the kid, the kid I used to be
On the stage, on the field, on the lunch-line
I can feel him tugging at me
Every time I think I don't care, I blink
And he's there, he's there again
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head
Singing come along, come along
Come along for the ride to a time and place
I could not forget if I tried
And I never know, when the breeze'll blow
With a rush of old sensation
Why the kid should wake
And my heart should ache
Everytime I smell carnations
Something rings the bell anything at all
All it takes is a slam of a locker
Or the switch from summer or fall
A change of season seems barely reason
But there he goes, he's there again
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head
Singing come along, come along
Come along for the ride to a time and place
I could not forget if I tried
There he goes again hummin' his songs
He's there again there's a kid inside
Hummin' his songs he's there again
There's a kid inside
And I have him with me always
There's a kid inside
Walking down old high school hallways
Where's a kid inside
At a desk, at a dance, in the halls
In the showers
There's a kid inside to this very day
And he makes a try for that high pop fly
That I fumbled one September
And he makes a fuss over some A+
That I shouldn't still remember
And he goes along getting hurt, getting mad
Fighting fights that are over
And unless I'm strong
All my senses are carried away
I can feel my hand, my trembling hand
On Michelle's angora sweater
I can hear my band, that awful band
Only now it sounds much better
I can see the kid, the kid I used to be
On the stage, on the field, on the lunch-line
I can feel him tugging at me
Every time I think I don't care, I blink
And he's there, he's there again
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head
Singing come along, come along
Come along for the ride to a time and place
I could not forget if I tried
And I never know, when the breeze'll blow
With a rush of old sensation
Why the kid should wake
And my heart should ache
Everytime I smell carnations
Something rings the bell anything at all
All it takes is a slam of a locker
Or the switch from summer or fall
A change of season seems barely reason
But there he goes, he's there again
Fighting ancient wrongs
Humming old hit songs in my head
Singing come along, come along
Come along for the ride to a time and place
I could not forget if I tried
There he goes again hummin' his songs
He's there again there's a kid inside
Hummin' his songs he's there again
There's a kid inside