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