Ringing on the telephone, pick it up and say
What’s a man to do with all the trouble ’round today?
Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
Sing it now, but Lord, don’t let it all go on too long
Something in the air,
And it’s moving like a southbound train
Sun is going down,
And it seems like I’ll be the same
World keeps spinning ’round, people say there’s debt to pay
I don’t knowtoo busy with my life from day to day
But whosoever journeys up against that border line
The shadows of an ancient flame burn away in time
Hey,
I was down in Arkansas, working graveyard shift
Moving crates for exportation with a big forklift
Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and ceiling fans
Two were marked Top Secret, headed for Afghanistan
Something in the air,
And it’s moving like a southbound train
Sun is going down,
And it seems like I’ll be the same
See shadows on the sun, see a coming thundercloud
Nothing will persuade, but all will be allowed
And some will seek their god from a heaven in the sky
Defending their affliction with a holy alibi
Hey,
Ringing on the telephone, pick it up and say
What’s a man to do with all the trouble ’round today?
I’m calling up the president, ask him what he say
No answer, left a message, when he’s back from holiday
Something in the air,
And it’s moving like a southbound train
Sun is going down,
And it seems like I’ll be the same
Now the drums are pounding, hear them blowing on the horn
Two hands are on the hammer, and the fabric has been torn
Dam’s about to burst, floods are all around
No more water, little Sylvie, ’cause I think I’m gonna drown
Yeah,
Ringing on the telephone, pick it up and say
What’s a man to do with all the trouble ’round today?
Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
Sing it now, but Lord, don’t make it all go on too long
All go on too long