I’m the man with all I’ve ev er want ed, all the toys and play ing games.

I am the one who pours your cof fee, cor ner booth each Sat ur day.

I am your daugh ter’s fa v’rite teach er, I’m the lead er of the band.

I sit be hind you in the bleach ers.

I am ev ’ry man.

I’m the coach of ev ’ry win ning team, and still a los er in my mind.

I am the sol dier in the air (D)port fac ing gi ants one more time.

I am the wom an shamed and haunt ed by the cry of un born life.

I’m ev ’ry bro ken man, nerv ous child, lone ly wife.

Is there hope for ev ’ry man, a sol id place where we can stand?

In this dry and wea ry land, is there hope for ev ’ry man?

Is there love that nev er dies?

Is there peace in trou bled times?

Some one help me un der stand.

Is there hope for ev ’ry man?

It seems there’s just so (Em)man y roads to trav (D)el; it’s hard to tell where they will lead.

My life is scarred and my dreams un rav eled, and now I’m scared to take the leap.

If I could find some one to fol low, who knows my pain and feels the weight, the un cer tain ty of my to mor row, the guilt and pain of yes ter day.

Is there hope for ev ’ry man?

There is hope for ev ’ry man, a sol id place where we can stand.

In this dry and wea ry land, there is hope for ev ’ry man.

There is love that nev er dies, there is peace in trou bled times.

Will we help them un der stand?

Je sus is hope for ev ’ry man.

There is hope for ev ’ry man, a sol id place where we can stand.

In this dry and wea ry land, there is hope for ev ’ry man.

There is love that nev er dies, there is peace in trou bled times.

Will we help them un der stand?

Je sus is hope for ev ’ry man.