Written by Bob Welch.
We are the hungry ones
On a campground that's been and gone
Where are all the faces that I knew
All the heroes in the bright burning truth
Makes you feel real, real good in your bones
When the hunger stops, and the truth is known
My life, my light is coming home
Yeah, coming homeThere's a good there's a bad
Some are gay some are sad
There's a right there's a wrong
Those who fit don't belong
Well I'm the bad
And I've got to admit
That I'm sad
I'm a little misfit
I'm in the wrong
And that's the truth of it
I don't belong
I'm a little misfit
There's the sun there's the rain
Those in love those in pain
Some succeed while others fail
Some will ease someone tells
Well I'm in the rain
And I've got to admit
That I'm gonna pay
I'm a little misfit
Though I've failed
That's the truth of it
See me tell
I'm a little misfit
Life's so hard when you're far from everything
Life's so cold when you know you have no friends
Well I've lost
And I've got to admit
That I've paid the cost
I'm a little misfit
I still grow
And that's the truth of it
I'll always fall
I'm a little misfit
Well I'm bad
And I've got to admit
That I'm sad
I'm a little misfit
Well I'm bad
And that's the truth of it
That makes me sad
I'm a little misfit
Well I'm lost
And I've got to admit
That I've paid the cost
I'm a little misfit
I'm so poor