We walk in a great line draped in a tone We turn on our own time all whispers and moans And capture like photographs quickening years Two stepping alone as the day we appeared Every woman and every man Come to the table and bring what they can And taken for granted they don't understand Every other woman every other man Every other woman every other man Every other woman every other man And stumbling down from the lessons of age The conquest of love and the still ache of rage A deafening chorus of battled and bold Of mercy of madness and constance and cold Every woman and every man Come to the table and bring what they can And taken for granted they don't understand Every other woman every other man Every other woman every other man Every other woman every other man