for everyman

everybody i talk to is ready to leave, with the light of the morning, they've seen the end coming down long enough to believe, that they've 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 i've 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 thought 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-, don't ask me if he'll show - baby i don't know, make it on your own if you think you can, somewhere later on you'll have to take a stand, then you're going to need a hand, everybody's 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, who'll come along, and hold out that strong and gentle father's 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, i'm not trying to tell you that i've seen the plan, turn and walk away if you think i am-, but don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand, he's just another dreamer, dreaming 'bout everyman