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