• Lying, thinking
    Last night
    How to find my soul a home
    Where water is not thirsty
    And bread loaf is not stone
    I came up with one thing
    And I don't believe I'm wrong
    That nobosy,
    But nibody
    Can make it here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it here alone.

    There are some millionaires
    With money they can't use
    Their wives run round like banshees
    Thier children sing the blues
    They've got expensive doctors
    To cure thier harts of stone.
    But nobody
    No nobody
    Can make it here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it here alone.

    Now if you listen closely
    I'll tell you what I know
    Storm clouds are gathering
    The wind is going to blow
    The race of man is suffering
    And I can hear the moan,
    'Cause nobody
    But nobody
    Can make it here alone.

    Alone, all alone
    Nobody, but nobody
    Can make it here alone.