The Grand Parade

In a Manhattan courthouse, the air was thick and grave A former king of commerce, and the fortunes he once saved Stood waiting for a verdict, a judgment on his past Thirty-four dark entries, a shadow that was cast The foreman read the paper, his voice was low and clear And a chapter closed in history, for all the world to hear. Oh, the wheel of fortune spins and turns, the story's old as stone Of power gained and power lost, and seeds that have been sown

The ink is wet upon the page, the headlines start to fade It's just another verse they sing in this grand parade. Out west in Santa Clara, a different tale is told Of circuits made of silicon, more precious now than gold A company called NVIDIA, with chips that think and learnHas seen its value skyrocket, a lesson for the stern They're building a new future on a current made of light While the old world fights its battles, through the long and weary night. Oh, the wheel of fortune spins and turns, the story's old as stone

Of power gained and power lost, and seeds that have been sown The ink is wet upon the page, the headlines start to fade It's just another verse they sing in this grand parade. The southern sun is burning, a warning in the heat The gulf is warm and waiting, a rhythm and a beat Of storms that gather strength again, a hurricane's dark call A test of our foundations, before we rise or fall And I just report the stories, I don't tell you what to do

This information's general, it's not advice for you. Oh, the wheel of fortune spins and turns, the story's old as stone Of power gained and power lost, and seeds that have been sown The ink is wet upon the page, the headlines start to fade It's just another verse they sing in this grand parade.