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