Текст песни
He is all dressed up, he is ready to go
He is all dressed up, he has nothing to do
And he's waiting on a friend called "Going Somewhere"
He's waiting like me and he's waiting like you
Could you help me out, Mr. Going Somewhere?
Could you come down here to my dwelling place?
Your voice is loud, but your words are empty
I'll be waiting right here if you got something to say
To an ordinary man on an ordinary day
If he was young again, this is what he'd be now
If he was young again, this is what he'd do
And he's waiting on a friend called, "Inspiration"
He's waiting like me and he's waiting like you
Could you help me out, Mr. Inspiration?
Could you come down here to my dwelling place?
Your voice is loud but your words are empty
I'll be waiting right here if you got something to say
To an ordinary man on an ordinary day
So let's stop waiting for tomorrow
Tomorrow has become today
And Heaven's hidden, hope's not far away
It's there within our bright-eyed wonder
It's found within life's tragedy
Sometimes I laugh so hard, it just takes ahold on me
(God's got ahold on me)
He is older now and he's getting wiser
And he's wiser now 'cause there's nothing new
He has heard a thousand fortune tellers
He has heard them all like me and you
Could you help me out, Mr. Fortune Teller?
Could you come down here to my dwelling place?
Your voice is loud, but your words are empty
I'll be waiting right here if you've got something to say
To an ordinary man on an ordinary day