It Won't Be Long Now....

And it's late afternoon on a warm Carolina day.
somethin' strange is goin' on, and we's all in the way.

Well there's fifty or sixty people they're just sittin' on their cars,
and the old men left their dominos and they come down from the bars.....

A cloud of dust appears in the distance, and on the light ineffectual breeze is borne the sound of grinding gears...

(apologies to Guy Clark)