well he was out on a limb he was sitting in the shade he d led a hundred men and lived alone among the graves he had a thousand questions and a million heartaches he was everyman he was everyman she was caught in a sin she knew the well was so deep she threw her last pennies in and poured oil upon his feet she touched the garment s hem she had only been asleep she was everyman she was everyman and the lord looks down and he understands the world draws up it s lines but at the foot of the cross there s room for everyone and love that is not blind it can look at who we are and still see beyond the differences we find but with thorns in his brow and a spear in his side nails in his hand he died for you and i for you and i and everyman he had nets to mend he gave his fish and his loaves he had to wash his hands and ran away without his robe he couldn t understand until on damascus road he was everyman he was everyman she brought the world a lamb and took warning from a dream from an empty tomb she ran for her children she would weep in her womb a baby danced she d been waiting for a king she was everyman she was everyman and the lord looks down and he understands the world draws up it s lines but at the foot of the cross there s room for everyone and love that is not blind it can look at who we are and still see beyond the differences we find but with thorns in his brow and a spear in his side nails in his hand he died for you and i for you and i and everyman the world draws up it s lines but at the foot of the cross there s room for everyone and love that is not blind it can look at who we are and still see beyone the differences we find but with thorns in his brow and a spear in his side nails in his hand he died for you and i for you and i and everyman everyman 