Maybe find something better
Standing alone each has his own ticket in his hand
Make it on your own, make it if you think you can
Long ago I heard someone say something 'bout everyman
Who'll come along and hold out that strong and gentle father's hand?
And as the evening descends I sit thinking 'bout everyman
But all my fine dreams well though out schemes to gain the motherland
Seems like I've always been looking for some other place to get it together
Turn and walk away if you think I am
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Have all eventually come down to waiting for everyman
Waiting here for everyman
That they've heard their last warning
Lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Then you're going to need a hand
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
I'm not trying to tell you that I've seen the plan
Don't ask me if he'll show baby I don't know
Make it on your own if you think you can
Waiting here for everyman
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Waiting here for everyman
Where sweet childhood still dances
Somewhere later on you'll have to take a stand
Who can give them the answers
Make it on your own if you think you can
But don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand
