He left home at 16, the days go by like years He didn't get much schooling but he learned a lot on the road He knows one thing, not to trust no one but himself He hopes and prays, but he knows his days are numbered Well, he hits the bottle to wipe out his fears But no one's there to wipe away those whiskey tears He's alone against the world He wonders if his girl back home is missing him at all He'd like to listen to her voice but he's too poor to call He told her that he's send for her if he could get ahead By now she's probably given him up for dead Night after night he's all alone Each step he takes, he's farther from home There's no one to help him, his parents don't care He stumbles through life on a wing and a prayer He boards a bus in L.A., winds up in New Orleans Bums a couple of cigarettes from a sailor in the depot Steals a couple of purses and buys himself a dingy room No matter where he stays, he knows his days are numbered Well, he slams the needle to wipe out his fears But there's no one there to wipe out those junkie tears He's all alone against the world He wound up in Raleigh with a bullet in his leg 'You should have seen the other guy' as all he had to say Two bits away from help but he's afraid they will reuse his call He knows his days are numbered Stranded in the Midwest and he don't know where to go The west coast cops are on his tail, the east is full of snow He thinks, '4, 5, 6 more years of this, I'll lose my head And a few more years of crazy, I'll probably end up dead Oh god, I wish I was back home in my bed!' Night after night he's all alone Each step he takes is farther from home There's no one to help him, his parents don't care He stumbles through life on a wing an a prayer (He's crying, He's dying) It was only last year That he turned seventeen Now this ain't the life That a young boy should lead He's alone against the world!