Drop D

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

[G/f#]

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

D G A D--

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