0:00 Gather 'round and hear the news the morning wire did bring0:08 From the marbled halls of Washington, the same old song they sing0:16 The Potomac's flowing steady, but the Hill is standing still0:24 Another fight on spending, another test of will0:32 They draw their lines on paper, they shout each other's shame0:40 And forget the folks who sent them, to play this tired old game0:48 And the headlines spin a story of the powerful and the proud0:57 But it's the same old tune I'm hearing, just sung a little loud1:05 The sun comes up, the sun goes down, the river finds the sea1:13 And the story of the people comes right back to me1:21 The man who minds the money, in a suit of sober gray1:29 He speaks of slow inflation, and takes a point away1:37 The price of bread and gasoline, a worry in the air1:45 While numbers on a glowing screen climb a golden stair1:54 From the factory to the checkout line, you can feel the pressure rise2:02 Another promise broken, reflected in their eyes2:10 And the headlines spin a story of the powerful and the proud2:18 But it's the same old tune I'm hearing, just sung a little loud2:26 The sun comes up, the sun goes down, the river finds the sea2:34 And the story of the people comes right back to me2:42 The western skies are hazy from a wildfire's smoky breath2:51 The southern coast is bracing for a dance with life and death2:59 We're arguing 'bout the fencelines, while the storm clouds gather near3:07 The oldest story ever told is the one we will not hear3:15 And the headlines spin a story of the powerful and the proud3:23 But it's the same old tune I'm hearing, just sung a little loud3:31 The sun comes up, the sun goes down, the river finds the sea3:39 And the story of the people comes right back to me
