Worried Man

There's a black cloud
Hovering high above
And no sign of the female dove
It's been days
But the waves still shove
A tall stranger walks down
From the mountain
Reaches the vine
But it's blown too high
Stoops for a drink
And the river runs dry
Wears a hat to protect him
From the sky
But there ain't no leather
Can protect him from the earth
Worried man - second-hand suit
He was a worried man
In a second-hand suit

He turns up at the city gate
But then he's told that
He's got to wait
He knows by now
That this is his fate
And even the gatekeeper doesn't
Keep the keys
He saw the tower rise ton by ton
Built by men who spoke
The same tongue
Sometimes employed to get
The job done
But like the tower
Now his pockets are empty
Worried man - second-hand suit
He was a worried man
In a second-hand suit

A voice whispers cool and polite
Do you, fine sir, need a bed tonight?
To my abode, you I invite
But leave your bag here
You won't need it
Do you understand
Your time has come?
It has been written
And it must be done
Take a good look at
Your last setting sun
'Cos, as you know, there are no
Second chances
Worried man - second-hand suit
He was a worried man
In a second-hand suit