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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

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 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–

Don’t ask me if he’ll show —  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 but gentle father’s hand?

Long ago I heard someone say something ’bout everyman

Waiting here for everyman–

Make it on your own, make it 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 the sand

He’s just another dreamer, dreaming ’bout everyman

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