There's a man at the crossroad
He'd pay the world for advice
I guess there's no doubt about it, yeah
It must be the cheap betting price
His world is tumbling around him
As he feels the walls closing in
Wolves at his heels and I know how he feels
But it's too late, the bets must begin
Oh, but maybe things will get better
Don't you know that a drowning man lord he don't get no wetter
And the same rain that falls on you, lord, falls on me
There's an angry man up in Harlem
He loses each dice that he throws
Yes he knows that luck is a game
So he bends with his wind as it blows
And maybe things will get better
Don't you know that a drowning man don't get no, no wetter
And the same rain falling on you falls on me
A King sits in the castle
And the black knight keeps him gagged
So he leads by the rules to a kingdom of fools
While he cuffs the queen's royal man
Whoa, and the wise old men all around him
With the sun and the moon in their face
Every once in a while he lets out with a smile
And he scratches his head and he says
Whoa, maybe things will get better
Don't you know, lord, a drowning man gets no wetter
The same rain falling on you falls on me