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'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

"Alone" starts off with the speaker doing some serious soul-searching. She's feeling pretty isolated, but she thinks she just might have come up with an answer to her problems: people need community in order to get by.

 

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As it turns out, money won't buy you happiness. Even the very, very rich get lonely. So, don't try to make more money. Make friends instead.

 

The speaker fashions herself into something like a prophet, warning the "race of man" that things aren't about to get any easier anytime soon. The solution is (all together now….) to realize that no one can make it on their own!

 

This poem is very deep. To me it expresses how no matter how much money you have life is not based on materialistic things but the love and friendship we gain from others. To have everything in the world means nothing if you have no one to share life with. No one wants to grow old alone. When we die we take nothing with us but the loving memories we shared with our loved ones.