0:00 In a tower of glass, in a city of stone0:04 A man who was king now stands all alone0:09 The jury has spoken, the papers all read0:14 Thirty-four whispers of words left unsaid0:18 Of ledgers and payments to silence a name0:23 A chapter concluded in a long, weary game0:28 The gavel comes down with a sharp, wooden crack0:32 A path has been chosen, there's no turning back0:37 And the old river flows, just as it always has done0:42 Beneath the same weary, wandering sun0:47 Some folks build kingdoms, and some watch them fall0:51 The storyteller's singing, he's seen it all0:56 It's a new coat of paint on a story of old1:01 A tale to be bartered, a truth to be sold1:05 Down where the border is drawn in the dust1:10 A line in the sand, a matter of trust1:15 The White House has spoken, a new rule is made1:19 To turn back the hopeful, the tired and afraid1:24 Two thousand five hundred, a number so neat1:29 To measure the shuffle of desperate feet1:34 A promise of refuge now harder to find1:38 Leaving the weary and worried behind1:43 And the old river flows, just as it always has done1:48 Beneath the same weary, wandering sun1:52 Some folks build kingdoms, and some watch them fall1:57 The storyteller's singing, he's seen it all2:02 It's a new coat of paint on a story of old2:06 A tale to be bartered, a truth to be sold2:11 Now the west wind blows hot, and the sky is ablaze2:16 The fields are all thirsty in these fevered days2:21 The mercury's climbing, the rivers run low2:25 We argue 'bout seeds that our own fathers did sow2:30 From the courtroom to the desert, we're shouting so loud2:35 Each one so certain, alone in the crowd2:39 And the old river flows, just as it always has done2:44 Beneath the same weary, wandering sun2:49 Some folks build kingdoms, and some watch them fall2:53 The storyteller's singing, he's seen it all2:58 It's a new coat of paint on a story of old3:03 A tale to be bartered, a truth to be sold
