| 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 |