The Same Old Story

The wind blows dust through Manhattan streets Where a former king his judgment meets Thirty-four times the hammer fell A story that the papers tell Of money paid in shadows deep While secrets that the city keep Come spilling out in the courtroom's glare Leaving a verdict hanging there. Oh, the news it rolls like a river wide With nowhere left for truth to hide From the halls of power to the dusty plain The same old story starts again The ink runs fresh, the tale feels new

But I've seen it all, and so have you. Down south the sky turned angry green The worst a Texas town had seen The twisters roared, a hungry sound And tore the houses to the ground From Arkansas to Oklahoma's soil They lost the fruits of all their toil Just splintered wood and a weeping sky While sirens sing a lullaby. Oh, the news it rolls like a river wide With nowhere left for truth to hide From the halls of power to the dusty plain The same old story starts again

The ink runs fresh, the tale feels new But I've seen it all, and so have you. In Delaware, a different stage A president's son turns a new page Of sorrow past and a purchased gun A trial beneath the summer sun A father's name, a son's despair A heavy burden for to bear The law has got a memory long For every right and every wrong. Oh, the news it rolls like a river wide With nowhere left for truth to hide From the halls of power to the dusty plain

The same old story starts again The ink runs fresh, the tale feels new But I've seen it all, and so have you.