I work the ground and nothing
I cast the line, and nothing comes up
I've got to work harder next month
Verse: 2
I've got a suit, a new tie
I've knocked on every door on this street
But they're not buying what I've got
Will you really provide for me
Will my wife eat
Will my children be okay this month
Verse: 3
I wave my hands; they drive by
I wave again, but I can't make them stop
Tomorrow, they'll pick me up for sure
Verse: 4
I raise a sign; they drive by
I fear tonight, I'll leave with empty hands
Tomorrow, I've got to find some work
Verse: 5
But now I'm tired, I'll lay down
I'll rest my head but only for a while
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Will you really provide for me
Will my wife eat
Will my children be okay this month
Will you really provide for me
For the least of these
The hopeless, those poor fools, who can't help themselves
Will you really provide for me
Something I can see
Because I don't believe