Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
With the light of the morning
Theyve seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That theyve heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking bout everyman
Seems like Ive always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
Well though out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for everyman
Waiting here for everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for everyman--
Dont ask me if hell show -- baby I dont know
Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on youll have to take a stand
Then youre going to need a hand
Everybodys just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Wholl come along
And hold out that strong and gentle fathers hand?
Long ago I heard someone say something bout everyman
Waiting here for everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Im not trying to tell you that Ive seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But dont think too badly of one whos left holding sand
Hes just another dreamer, dreaming bout everyman