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   There'll be men with respect not humiliation       A man's place on earth   I have come to realise is decided by birth.       So what's the future?   No matter where I go   I will still belong   In Andalusia    Where we don't know where the next penny's coming from -   Something's wrong       I vow to Spain, I won't remain a Boy from Nowhere   There has to be a place for me and I must go where       I don't fantasise, like a million others   Not a man alive   Had to beg or steal or fight for the need to survive       So what's the future?   No matter where I go, I will still belong   In Andalusia    The good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong   Something's wrong       Another dawn, another morn   A Boy from Nowhere   My destiny will guarantee that I must 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