Lyrics:

The Nights Grow Cold,
my Search For Gold
is Leading Nowhere
whichever Lonely Road I Take
it Seems To Go Where
it's A Fight To Survive Just Until Tomorrow
how Can I Display
what I Know I'm Worthy Of
when They Turn Me Away

the Doors Are Closed To Such As I
a Boy From Nowhere
but Not To Those Who Merely Buy
the Right To Go Where
they'll Be Met With Respect,
not Humiliation.
a Man's Place On Earth
i Have Come To Realize
is Decided By Birth

so What's The Future
no Matter Where I Go
i Will Still Belong...
in Andalucia
where We Don't Know Where
the Next Penny's Coming From
something's Wrong

i'm Bound To Spain,
i Won't Remain
a Boy From Nowhere
there Has To Be
a Place For Me
and I Must Go There
i Don't Fantasize Unlike A Million Others
who Must Bow And Scrape
for My One Means Of Escape
is To Flourish A Cape.

i'll Fight All Odds
and Fight The Gods If They Oppose Me
i Have To Win
i Won't Give In
no One Who Knows Me
would Expect Me To Fail
for The Want Of Trying
not A Man Alive
had To Beg Or Steal Or Fight
more Than Me To Survive

so What's The Future
no Matter Where I Go
i Will Still Belong...
in Andalusia
where Good Honest Men Grow Weak
and The Rich Grow Strong
something's Wrong

another Dawn, Another Boy
a Boy From Nowhere
my Destiny Will Guarantee
i'll Only Go Where
it's A Fight To Survive Just Until Tomorrow
one More Mouth To Feed
and The Way Things Are Round Here,
that's The Last Thing They Need.