0:00 The morning mist on Patapsco's tide,0:03 Where Francis Scott Key's steel bones lie.0:07 A cargo giant, lost in the night,0:11 Struck the pylon with all its might.0:15 A rumble, then a groan, then sighs,0:19 A broken necklace in the skies.0:23 The searchlights dance upon the grey,0:27 For souls the river swept away.0:31 Oh, the headlines turn, the seasons fade,0:34 Another story for the trade.0:38 Of metal bent and words unsaid,0:42 The living mourn and count the dead.0:46 It's the same old song, a new refrain,0:50 Sung in the sun and in the rain.0:54 Up in the air, a different fall,0:58 A panel ripped from a fuselage wall.1:02 The wind came screaming through the plane,1:05 A story of profit, stress, and strain.1:09 So the boss at Boeing takes a bow,1:13 Says 'I'll be leaving sometime now.'1:17 A house built fast on shaky ground,1:21 Will always, always tumble down.1:25 Oh, the headlines turn, the seasons fade,1:29 Another story for the trade.1:33 Of metal bent and words unsaid,1:36 The living mourn and count the dead.1:40 It's the same old song, a new refrain,1:44 Sung in the sun and in the rain.1:48 In a quiet hall, nine figures sit,1:52 To argue what is right and fit.1:56 Of whispers in the wires they speak,2:00 Who holds the truth the strong and weak?2:04 The government hand, a gentle nudge,2:07 Becomes the censor and the judge.2:11 They draw new lines for what is true,2:15 A story old, but feeling new.2:19 They build their towers to the sun,2:23 With pride and steel 'til the work is done.2:27 They chart their course and cast their votes,2:31 On hopeful prayers and sinking boats.2:35 But water flows and bolts come loose,2:38 And every truth becomes a truce.2:42 Oh, the headlines turn, the seasons fade,2:46 Another story for the trade.2:50 Of metal bent and words unsaid,2:54 The living mourn and count the dead.2:58 It's the same old song, a new refrain,3:02 Sung in the sun and in the rain.
