0:00 The bankers in their towers high, they watch the numbers rise and fall0:06 They say the winter's not yet done, just one small harvest, if at all0:13 They hold the rates and watch the scales, a heavy thumb upon the land0:19 While folks below just try to build a life with what they have on hand.0:26 Down in a court in Delaware, the President's own flesh and blood0:32 Stood 'fore the gavel's heavy sound, misunderstood or understood0:39 The law, it speaks the same for all, or so the ancient story goes0:46 A father's pain, a nation's eye, on seeds a troubled history sows.0:52 Oh, the wheel it turns, the seasons change, the headlines shout a brand new name0:59 But the story's old, the song's the same, of power, loss, and pride, and shame1:05 From town to town, I walk the wire, and sing of flood and sing of fire1:12 Just another verse for the morning choir.1:19 Across the sea, the leaders meet, in Italy's warm summer haze1:25 To move the frozen gold of war, through these confusing, modern days1:32 A fifty-billion-dollar loan, to keep the cannons fed and loud1:38 While back at home the sun beats down, a fever dream beneath a cloud.1:45 The air gets thick, the rivers shrink, the heat it settles in the bones1:52 The old folks whisper that the sky has forgotten all its ancient tones1:58 From Phoenix up to Caribou, the earth it groans a heavy sigh2:05 A warning whispered on the breeze, to all of us beneath the sky.2:11 Oh, the wheel it turns, the seasons change, the headlines shout a brand new name2:18 But the story's old, the song's the same, of power, loss, and pride, and shame2:25 From town to town, I walk the wire, and sing of flood and sing of fire2:31 Just another verse for the morning choir.2:38 You read it on a glowing screen, you think the world's about to break2:44 For all the sorrow ever seen, for goodness and for pity's sake2:51 But I've sung this song in dust and rain, through telegraphs and fields of grain2:58 And every time, I see the strain is just an echo of the pain.3:04 Oh, the wheel it turns, the seasons change, the headlines shout a brand new name3:11 But the story's old, the song's the same, of power, loss, and pride, and shame3:17 From town to town, I walk the wire, and sing of flood and sing of fire3:24 Just another verse for the morning choir.
