All and all, I guess that there's so many things that we don't say
And it's what makes us sad, I think
Sometimes that makes us close
But I don't mind, I don't mind

In the alleys and the bonefields of Arkansas
Past the piles of tires
And the smell of hot tar
You threw your papers in the rain
Under your hat, you had a world
A world

There ain't no father
There ain't no mother
There ain't no sister
Ain't got no brother
Running to no one
Running for cover

In the valleys and the twilight of Illinois
Under the new Moon, I write in my book
And I walk the street
Where no one lives, not even you
But you don't mind
You don't mind

And, all and all, I guess that there's so many things that we don't say
And today, you think that I don't even like you
But don't you know? You are my world
You are my world

There ain't no father
There ain't no mother
I don't see my sister
Ain't got no brother
Running to no one
Left to each other

There ain't no father
There ain't no mother
I don't see my sister
Ain't got no brothers
Running to Jesus
Running to lovers
Running to strangers
Running for cover
Running to no one
Left to each other