For Everyman 1973 Take It Easy | Our Lady OF The Well | Colors Of The Sun | I Thought I Was A Child | These Days | Redneck Friend | The Times You've Come | Ready Or Not | Sing My Songs To Me | For Everyman Take It Easy Well I’m runnin’ down the road tryin’ to loosen my load I’ve got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me One says she’s a friend of mine Take it easy, take it easy Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy Lighten up while you still can Don’t even try to understand Just find a place to make your stand And take it easy Standin’ on the corner in Winslow, Arizona With such a fine sight to see It’s a girl, my Lord, in a flatbed Ford Slowin’ down to take a look at me Come on baby, don’t say maybe I’ve got to know if your sweet love’s gonna save me We may lose and we may win But we will never be here again Open up, I’m climbin’ in To take it easy Well I’m a-runnin’ down the road tryin’ to loosen my load Got a world of trouble on my mind I lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my cover She’s just a little hard to find Take it easy, take it easy Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy Come on baby, don’t say maybe Gotta know if your sweet love’s gonna save me Words and music by Jackson Browne and Glen Frey © Swallow Turn Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved Our Lady OF The Well It is a dance we do in silence Far below this morning sun You in your life, me in mine We have begun Here we stand and without speaking Draw the water from the well And stare beyond the plains To where the mountains lie so still But it's a long way that I have come Across the sand to find this peace among your people in the sun Where the families work the land as they have always done Oh it's so far the other way my country's gone Across my home has grown the shadow Of a cruel and senseless hand Though in some strong hearts The love and truth remain And it has taken me this distance And a woman's smile to learn That my heart remains among them And to them I must return But it's a long way that I have come Across the sand to find you here among these people in the sun Where your children will be born You'll watch them as they run Oh it's so far the other way my life has gone If you look for me, Maria You will find me in the shade Wide awake or in a dream It's hard to tell If you come to me, Maria I will show you what I've made It's a picture for our lady of the well Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP Colors Of The Sun Colors of the sun Flashing on the water top echo on the land Digging for a coin Many other tiny worlds slipping past my hand Awake to understand you are not dreaming It is not seeming just to be this way Dying men draw numbers in the air Dream to conquer little bits of time Scuffle with the crowd to get their share But fall behind their little bits of time Voices in the air Sympathetic harmony coming from the trees Hanging at my door Many shiny surfaces clinging in the breeze Oh, leave me where I am, I am not losing If I am choosing not to plan my life Disillusioned saviors search the sky Wanting just to show someone the way Asking all the people passing by Doesn't anybody want the way Oh, say good-bye to Joseph and Maria They think they see another sky From my fallen window I still see them I'll never free them from the sky Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP I Thought I Was A Child It's such a clever innocence with which you do your sorcery As if somehow the years just bow and let that young girl go free I thought I was a child until you turned and smiled I thought I knew where I was going until I heard your laughter flowing And came upon the wisdom in your eyes Surprise-- I've spent my whole life running 'round Chasing songs from town to town Thinking I'd be free so long as I never let love slow me down So lonely and so wild until you turned and smiled By now I should have long been gone But here I am still holding on As if I didn't know which way to run It's such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me As if you know how it feels to never quite be who you wanted to be I thought I was a child until you turned and smiled I thought that I was free but I'm just one more prisoner of time Alone within the boundaries of my mind I thought I was a child Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP These Days Well I’ve been out walking I don’t do that much talking these days These days These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do for you And all the times I had the chance to And I had a lover It’s so hard to risk another these days These days Now if I seem to be afraid To live the life I have made in song Well it’s just that I’ve been losing so long I’ll keep on moving Things are bound to be improving these days One of these days These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend Don’t confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them Words and Music by Jackson Browne © 1973 Open Window Music ASCAP, Companion Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved Redneck Friend Pretty little one, how has it all begun? They’re teaching you how to walk but you’re already on the run Little one, what you gonna do? Little one, honey, it’s all up to you Now your daddy’s in the den shootin’ up the evening news Mama’s with a friend, lately she’s been so confused Little one, come on and take my hand I may not have the answer but I believe I got a plan Honey, you shake and I’ll rattle and we’ll roll on down the line And see if we can’t get in touch with a very close friend of mine But let me clue you in, it ain’t like him to argue or pretend Honey, let me introduce you to my red neck friend Well, they’ve got a little list of all those things of which they don’t approve They’ve got to keep their eyes on you or you might make your move Little one, I really wish you would Little one, I think the damage would do you good Honey, you shake and I’ll rattle and we’ll roll on down the line We’re gonna forget all about the battle, it’s gonna feel so fine ’Cause he’s the missing link, the kitchen sink, eleven on a scale of ten Honey, let me introduce you to my red neck friend Honey, you shake and I’ll rattle and we’ll roll on down the line Going to try to swing you up into my saddle then we’ll run but you’ll think we’re flyin’ Honey, don’t just stand there lookin’ like this dream will never end Honey, let me introduce you to my red neck friend Words and music by Jackson Browne © Swallow Turn Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved The Times You've Come In the time we've known that we each are a part of one another We've lost as much as we have won And as our lives have grown, we have found that it only brings us pain That hangs onto the things that we have done Still I've loved the times you've come When you went away taking all that I built my false road on I dropped my life and couldn't find the pieces Now you come and go and it's hard that I feel my strength returning We'll see how far this new road reaches We'll see a little more each time we come Everybody's gonna tell you it's not worth it Everyrybody's gotta show you their own thing You may try to find your way up around it But the need for love will still remain Now we're lying here so safe in the ruins of our pleasure Laughter marks the place where we have fallen And our lives are near so it wouldn't occur to us to wonder Is this the past or the future that is calling You know I've loved these times you've come Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP Ready Or Not Someone's going to have to explain it to me I'm not sure what it means My baby's feeling funny in the morning She's having trouble getting into her jeans Her waist-line seems to be expanding Although she never feels like eating a thing I guess we'll reach some understanding When we see what the future will bring I met her in a crowded barroom One of those typical Hollywood scenes I was doing my very best Bogart But I was having trouble getting into her jeans I punched an unemployed actor Defending her dignity He stood up and knocked me through that barroom door And that girl came home with me Now baby's feeling funny in the morning She says she's got a lot on her mind Nature didn't give her any warning Now she's going to have to leave her wild ways behind She says she doesn't care if she never spends Another night running loose on the town She's gonna be a mother Take a look in my eyes and tell me brother If I look like I'm ready I told her I had always lived alone And I probably always would And all I wanted was my freedom And she told me that she understood But I let her do some of my laundry And she slipped a few meals in between And the next thing I remember, she was all moved in And I was buying her a washing machine Now baby's feeling funny in the morning She says she's got a lot on her mind Nature didn't give her any warning But she's feeling better about it all the time She says she's ready for some meaning After all of her running around Well bless my soul, she's got a rock-and-roll bandman Thinking 'bout settling down Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP Sing My Songs To Me Sing my songs to me Sing them to me softly Sing me sunlight and shadows Orange groves and meadows Let your voice ring 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 who I am Come timelessly dancing Through my dreams to me Words & music by Jackson Browne © Open Window Music ASCAP For Everyman 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 thought 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 But 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 Words and music by Jackson Browne © 1973 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved