Dave Mcnamara Everybody
Everybody's got their hands in your pocket and their feet at your door
Everybody's got a fix and a hit, everybody's got a tale and some lore
Everybody's got a way and some rain that'll make you alone
Everybody's got your number my friend, everybody's gonna call you at home.
Everybody's got their own way out,
Their dreams, their wishes,
Their reason to shout
Everybody's got their own way
To make you dance, to make you pray
To make you give yourself away
