Alone

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 am wrong
That nobody, but nobody 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
Their children sing the blues,
they have got expensive doctors, to cure their hearts of stone
But nobody No, nobody can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.

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

Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.