Lying thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not a 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.

There are millionaires
With money they can’t use,
Their wives run round like bashers,
Their children sing the blues,
They’ve got expensive doctors.
To cure their hearts of stone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow

The race of a man is suffering
And I can hear the moan
“Cause nobody,
Can make it out there alone”