Letra de Provide

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