Karaoké The Kid Inside John Barrowman

There's a kid inside and I have him with me always

There's a kid inside walking down old high school hallways

There'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 fumble one september

And he makes a fuss over some A plus

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 tremblin hand

On the shelf angora sweather

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 again 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 will 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 any thing at all

All it takes is a slam of a locker

Of the switch from summer or fall

A change of reason seems better reason

But there he goes he's there again

Fighting ancient wrong 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 try

There he goes again hummin his songs

He's there again there's a kid inside hummin his songs

Fighting ancient wrong old hit songs in my head

Come along come along come along for the ride

Singing old hit songs in my head