Last night I stayed up again,
Thinking,
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty,
And a bread loaf is not stone.

I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm not wrong;
That nobody,
Yes, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
For alone, all alone,
Nothing seems right or clear,
So nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires,
Who posses money that has no use,
Their wives run round like banshees,
Children sing the blues,
They've got expensive doctors,
With no cure,
For the weight of the stone they hold inside,
But their lucky,
For nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Not alone, all alone,
Nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you can listen closely,
I'll tell you what I know.
Storm clouds are gathering,
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering,
And I can hear the earth moan,
Grab a partner,
Or our end will be sooner,
'Cause not a soul,
Can make it out here all alone.

Not alone, all alone
Yes,
nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.