Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do with all the 'round today? it takes a worried 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 movin' like a train Sun is goin' down, and it like I'll be the same keeps spinnin' 'round, people say there's debt to pay I don't knowtoo busy my life from day to day But whosoever journeys up that border line The shadows of an ancient flame burn away in I was down in Arkansas, graveyard shift Movin' crates for exportation with a big Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and ceiling Two were marked Top Secret, for Afghanistan repeat See shadows on the sun, see a thundercloud will persuade, but all will be allowed And some seek their god from a heaven in the sky their affliction with 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, a message, when he's back from holiday Chorus Now the drums are poundin', hear blowin' on the horn Two hands are on the hammer, and the has been torn Dam's to burst, floods are all around No more water, little Sylvie, I think I'm gonna drown Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round it takes a worried man to sing a worried song Sing it now, but Lord, make it all go on too long All go on too