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 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 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 gonna 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 but 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 sand he s just another dreamer dreaming bout everyman