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