Ringin' on the telephone, it up and say What's a man to do all the trouble 'round today? Heard it takes a worried man to sing a song Sing it now, but Lord, 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 I'll be the World keeps spinnin' 'round, 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 away in time I was down in Arkansas, workin' graveyard Movin' crates for exportation with a big Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, and ceiling fans Two were marked Top Secret, for Afghanistan repeat See shadows on the sun, see a comin' will persuade, but all will be allowed And some seek their 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 'round I'm up the president, ask him what he say No answer, left a message, he's back from holiday repeat Now the drums are poundin', hear blowin' on the horn Two hands are on the hammer, and the has been torn Dam's about to burst, floods are all No more water, little Sylvie, 'cause I think I'm 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 it now, but Lord, don't make it all go on too long All go on too