God Feeds The Little Sparrows

Down through the alley with a new young man.
He's small like a gifted preacher.
Spark and ambition and cap in hand.
I feel like an off-duty teacher.

Then I saw a shadow of a man
Slip past the factory window.
Somebody's gotta take the night shift.
God feeds the little sparrows.

"How do you live through a month with no work?"
I ask the fearless traveler.
"Where do you put all your pants and shirts?
I guess you don't have a dresser."

But I believe he will come
To see, to see, to see me.
I'm not afraid to beg for
The seed, the seed that heals me.

And I saw a shadow of a man
Slip past the factory window.
Somebody's gotta take the night shift.
God feeds the little sparrows.

It's the sound of a hammer
Waking me up with a start.
Lay me down by the open window -
The night air calms my heart.

Shouldn't I, shouldn't I, shouldn't I be
More than just good on the highway,
More than just telling you stuff that I see,
More than just putting it my way?

Then I saw a shadow of a man
Slip past the factory window.
Somebody's gotta take the night shift.
God feeds the little sparrows.