Everyone
Everyone's looking for a guiding star
And a ship to take them home;
Everyone's looking for that special lover -
Someone to make them whole.
Everyone needs a place to go
To lie down under the moon;
Everyone needs their own song to sing;
Everyone needs their own tune.
Chorus
Some folks like making love,
Some folks like making hate;
Everyone's looking to catch that train,
Hoping they don't arrive too late.
Everyone's looking for a mountain stream -
For a cool and crystal drink;
Everyone is in the same boat,
Hoping that it won't sink.
Everyone needs everyone else
To lend them a helping hand;
No one can make it on their own
To that distant Promised Land.
Chorus
Some folks like making love,
Some folks like making hate;
Everyone's looking to catch that train,
Hoping they don't arrive too late...
I hope we don't arrive to late.
