Titel: Alone
Auteur: ?

Well I was lying, thinking, last night,
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty, and breadloaf is not stone
Well, I came up with one thing, and I don't believe that I'm wrong:

Alone, all alone,
Nobody can make it out here alone
Nobody can make it out here alone

Well, there are some millionaires
With money they can't use,
Their wives run around like banshees,
And their children, they're singing the blues
They've got expensive doctors to cure their hearts of stone,
But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone.


Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering, the wind is gonna blow
The race ofman is suffering, and I can hear the moan,
But nobody, but nobody, can make it alone