he's just wandering, got no place to go, no place to go
he's just wandering, don't nobody know nobody knows him
but he knows the world,
and his paintings show all of its charms
but he knows the world,
and his paintings show all of its charms
and when he plays guitar he don't need to be witty
he takes all his sadness makes it sound so pretty
people close their eyes when they listen
and suffer the modern world with him
he went to the doctor
who gave him perscriptions, gave him perscriptions
he lost all his friends,
but kept up his rhythm, kept his rhythm
he picked up the guitar
and tells it everything his tongue can't say
picked up the guitar, tells it everything his tongue can't say
and when he plays guitar he don't need to be witty
he takes all his sadness makes it sound so pretty
people close their eyes when they listen
and suffer the modern world with him
he sees the people walking by
with their skateboards and their eyes
and their clothes that say, 'we're not alone'
he sees the history in their face
history that they can't erase
its to these lines that he relates
and thats how he never frets
about the things he'll never get
all he needs to know is we're not alone
and thats how he never frets
about the things he'll never get
all he needs to know is
we're not alone here......