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the Outsider
A story song about a little girl, that doesn't fit in with the crowd
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Robert George & Steve Soucy
© 2007 Robert George & Steve Soucy
Thu Jun 12, 2008
Country : Country General
© 2007 Robert George & Steve Soucy
Thu Jun 12, 2008
Country : Country General
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The Outsider
I saw her in ragged yard sale clothes
Glasses resting on a freckled nose
Brown hair pulled back with bent up bobbie pins
Sittin’ ‘neath a tree before my class
With all her best friends laid out on the grass
Robinson Crusoe and Huckleberry Finn
She was writing in a tattered binder
While the other kids played tag behind her
She sits alone on the short school bus
reads alot but barely gets a C-Plus
She’s got no one to help or guide her
And she eats her lunch with her headphones on
Lost in a fog of dreams and song
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
Nobody said “hi” to her in the hall
She sat in the back against the wall
Happy to hide her old shoes underneath her desk
She looked out the window once or twice
Into pictures of another life
Painted by a heart full of loneliness
One by one my class read their assignments
While she bit her nails in nervous silence
She sits alone on the short school bus
Sometimes the driver forgets to pick her up
She’s got no one to help or guide her
And she eats her lunch with her headphones on
Lost in a fog of dreams and song
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
She walked up slowly to the head of the class
Dropped her binder and everybody laughed
The paper shook as she read her scribbled poem
About an orphan child in a foster home
Her pen spilled her pain out into the light
My tears were the first to see the soul inside
She sits alone on the short school bus
Reads alot but barely gets a C-Plus
She’s got no one to help or guide her
Eating her lunch with her headphones on
Lost in a fog of dreams and song
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
© 2007 Robert George & Steve Soucy
I saw her in ragged yard sale clothes
Glasses resting on a freckled nose
Brown hair pulled back with bent up bobbie pins
Sittin’ ‘neath a tree before my class
With all her best friends laid out on the grass
Robinson Crusoe and Huckleberry Finn
She was writing in a tattered binder
While the other kids played tag behind her
She sits alone on the short school bus
reads alot but barely gets a C-Plus
She’s got no one to help or guide her
And she eats her lunch with her headphones on
Lost in a fog of dreams and song
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
Nobody said “hi” to her in the hall
She sat in the back against the wall
Happy to hide her old shoes underneath her desk
She looked out the window once or twice
Into pictures of another life
Painted by a heart full of loneliness
One by one my class read their assignments
While she bit her nails in nervous silence
She sits alone on the short school bus
Sometimes the driver forgets to pick her up
She’s got no one to help or guide her
And she eats her lunch with her headphones on
Lost in a fog of dreams and song
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
She walked up slowly to the head of the class
Dropped her binder and everybody laughed
The paper shook as she read her scribbled poem
About an orphan child in a foster home
Her pen spilled her pain out into the light
My tears were the first to see the soul inside
She sits alone on the short school bus
Reads alot but barely gets a C-Plus
She’s got no one to help or guide her
Eating her lunch with her headphones on
Lost in a fog of dreams and song
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
Out of sight, out of mind, the outsider
© 2007 Robert George & Steve Soucy
