Lyrics: Ian Hunter
Music: Ian Hunter
When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
At Barker Street bus station every night
When I tried to get it on she just looked at me with scorn
My courage turned to dust and I took flight
For those looks they seemed to say you ain't nothing, go away
You're just a face in the crowd
So I went home and I vowed
I'm gonna be somebody someday
Her name was Irene Wilde, oh such beauty for a child
When she started dating boys I nearly died
For I could not barely stand to see someone hold her hand
I felt I had to crawl away and hide
Oh in my mother's living room I composed so many tunes
All the same, just a frame, for her name, and just to say
I'm gonna be somebody someday
Wilde as your name I soon left that country town
I been around, seen some fame
Seen some ups and seen some downs
Smile through your shock when you hear your name aloud
It's that face in the crowd, I didn't dig it, much too proud
When I was just sixteen I stood waiting for a dream
A Barker Street bus station non-affair
At the time it seemed so sad, but it did not turn out bad
If you hadn't messed me up I'd still be there
And I think most folks agree, a little put-down makes them see
They ain't no chain, just a link and that's why you made me think
Gonna be somebody
Be somebody
Be somebody
Someday