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......