The Tale is the Same

Down on the Potomac, the air is gettin' thin Another short chapter 'fore the troubles begin The Speaker, he's walking a high, narrow wire Trying to quell his own party's fire They passed a short bill just to keep on the lights Putting off arguments for colder nights Just kicking the can down a well-trodden road Another small part of a heavy, shared load. Oh, the headlines they fly and the pundits they crow From the seeds of today, a new story will grow

The ink's barely dry on the page that you've read But the tale is the same as the ones from the dead A song of the powerful, the lost, and the new Just the world turning 'round, for me and for you. Out on the coast, in a kingdom of code A king was cast out from the world he had sowed He taught the machines how to think and to dream Then was banished one morning by his own loyal team For five days the valley, it held its own breath A story of power, of corporate death

Then the kingdom cried out and they brought him back home To sit once again on a silicon throne. Oh, the headlines they fly and the pundits they crow From the seeds of today, a new story will grow The ink's barely dry on the page that you've read But the tale is the same as the ones from the dead A song of the powerful, the lost, and the new Just the world turning 'round, for me and for you. The students are shouting in ivy-clad yards Playing out old wars with new, angry cards

The ghosts of a conflict from over the sea Cast a long, weary shadow on the land of the free And a traveler listens, just shakes his head slow It’s a tune that he's heard everywhere that he'll go. Oh, the headlines they fly and the pundits they crow From the seeds of today, a new story will grow The ink's barely dry on the page that you've read But the tale is the same as the ones from the dead A song of the powerful, the lost, and the new Just the world turning 'round, for me and for you.