The Kid Inside Barry Manilow

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