Barry Manilow — The Kid Inside

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