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.

^{translated from the Danish by Jennifer Russell and Sophia Hersi Smith}

Once:
a room
a typewriter
a job
an alarm clock
a loneliness
a hope.

Now:
an apartment
a summerhouse
things
a husband
three children
status
friend
lover
housekeeper
neglected
graves
hairdresser
psychiatrist
money
complication
lack of
joy.

Good things come
to those who wait
my mother said
longing and
understanding
came to her
too late.
She died in
the nursing home
knowing
no one.

People misunderstand
each other for
the most part.
She had
beautiful hands.
Unnoticed
life slipped away.