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...