Jackson Browne - Sing My Songs To Me / For Everyman (Everyman, 1973)

Jackson Browne - Sing My Songs To Me / For Everyman (Everyman, 1973, One of my Favorite LP's as a teen...still is.)


SING MY SONGS TO ME

SING THEM TO ME SOFTLY

SING ME SUNLIGHT AND SHADOWS

ORANGE GROVES AND MEADOWS

LET YOUR VOICE BRING BACK MY MEMORIES

SING MY SONGS TO ME



BRING MY DREAMS TO ME

BRING THEM FROM THE DARKNESS

LET THE MINUTES AND HOURS

SHOW MY MIND STRANGE NEW FLOWERS

BUT I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHERE THEY GO

WHEN THE MORNING COMES



BRING MY DREAMS TO ME

BECAUSE IT SEEMS TO ME,THAT THERE MAY NEVER BE

A BETTER CHANCE TO SEE WHOM I AM COME TIMELESSLY DANCING

THROUGH MY DREAMS TO ME




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 and gentle father's hand?

Long ago I heard someone say something 'bout Everyman


Waiting here for Everyman--

Make it on your own 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