0:00 The sun comes up on Capitol Hill, another day of standin' still0:06 They're talkin' shutdown, drawin' lines, readin' from the same old signs0:13 The Speaker's gavel tries to crack the sound of deals made out the back0:20 And folks back home just hold their breath, and talk about a political death0:26 It's a story that you've heard before, of a locked and bolted government door.0:33 Oh, the ink ain't dry on the morning page, but it's another line on history's stage0:40 Same old fears and same old pride, with nowhere left for us to hide0:46 From the screens of light to the market's fall, I'm just the one who sings it all0:53 This ain't the news, it's just a tune, beneath a tired and ancient moon.1:00 Down on Wall Street, the Federal men, they raised the rates and they'll do it again1:06 Or maybe not, they'll wait and see, talkin' 'bout the economy1:13 They say inflation's a stubborn fire, makin' every single price go higher1:20 The cost of bread, the cost of gas, wonderin' how long the money will last1:26 A number's game of boom and bust, turnin' solid hopes to dust.1:33 Oh, the ink ain't dry on the morning page, but it's another line on history's stage1:40 Same old fears and same old pride, with nowhere left for us to hide1:46 From the screens of light to the market's fall, I'm just the one who sings it all1:53 This ain't the news, it's just a tune, beneath a tired and ancient moon.2:00 Out in the Valley, a brand new brain, is born of silicon and digital rain2:06 They call it 'GPT' or 'Gemini's Child', makin' the markets and the poets run wild2:13 It writes the songs, it paints the sky, and no one stops to wonder why2:20 We're buildin' gods we can't control, for the price of a piece of our own soul2:26 A new frontier, a promised land, built by a strange and unseen hand.2:33 From the wildfire smoke on a western breeze2:40 To the whispered prayers among the trees2:46 Every headline's a human heart2:53 Beatin' itself right apart3:00 I just listen, and I write it down3:06 As I pass on through to the very next town.3:13 Oh, the ink ain't dry on the morning page, but it's another line on history's stage3:20 Same old fears and same old pride, with nowhere left for us to hide3:26 From the screens of light to the market's fall, I'm just the one who sings it all3:33 This ain't the news, it's just a tune, beneath a tired and ancient moon.
