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