Provide - Ghost Ship

I work the ground and nothing

I cast the line, and nothing comes up

I’ve got to work harder next month

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?

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

I raise a sign;

they drive by

I fear tonight I’ll leave with empty hands

Tomorrow I’ve got to find some work

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