Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do all the trouble 'round today? Heard it a worried man to sing a worried song it now, but Lord, don't let it all go on too long Somethin' in the air, and movin' like a southbound train Sun is goin' down, and it seems like be the same World keeps spinnin' 'round, people say there's to pay I don't busy with my life from day to day But journeys up against that border line The shadows of an flame burn away in time I was down in Arkansas, graveyard shift Movin' crates for exportation with a big were crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and ceiling fans Two were marked Top Secret, for Afghanistan Chorus See shadows on the sun, see a comin' Nothin' will persuade, but all will be And will seek their god from a heaven in the sky Defendin' their affliction a holy alibi Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble today? I'm up the president, ask him what he say No answer, a message, when he's back from holiday Chorus Now the drums are poundin', hear them blowin' on the Two hands are on the hammer, and the fabric has torn Dam's about to burst, floods are all No water, little Sylvie, 'cause I think I'm gonna drown on the telephone, pick it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble today? Heard it takes a worried man to sing a song Sing it now, but Lord, make it all go on too long All go on too