Escrita por Jackson Browne, foi gravada em 1973, e lançada em outubro de 1973 no disco de mesmo nome. Depois de gravar seu primeiro LP, Browne deixou Los Angeles, onde foi criado e se mudou pra Bay Area, onde procurava por uma casa pra alugar ou comprar e enquanto isso morava com David Crosby no seu barco. Nesse período, Crosby tinha uns vizinhos, também com barcos, que só falavam em velejar até o por do sol no oceano pacífico. Browne escreveu essa úsica em resposta à essa idéia que ele achava totalmente sem sentido. For everyman é o nome do barco que velejou pro pacífico sul para protestar contra testes de armas nucleares no começo dos anos 60. Crosby faz as harmonias vocais na gravação de For Everyman.
A letra:
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
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, 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
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
That 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
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