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 nobody，

    But nobody

    Can make it out here alone.

    Alone， all alone

    Nobody， but nobody

    Can make it out here alone.

    There are some millionaires

    With money they can't use

    Their wives run round like banshees

    Their children sing the blues

    They've 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 is 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.