The Teller's Tune

The gavel fell in Delaware, a quiet, heavy blow On the son of a powerful man, a seed that couldn't grow A jury spoke of secrets kept, a purchase and a lie Now a father wears that sorrow 'neath a presidential sky. And the news comes down the wire, on a sad and lonely hum For every battle fought and won, another's just begun

I've seen this story played before, on every dusty stage It's just another line of ink on history's turning page. The bankers watch their numbers, with a cautious, steady hand The price of goods cooled down a bit, across this worried land They say the fever's breaking, but the cure is slow to take The Fed holds back the interest cuts, for goodness gracious sake.

And the news comes down the wire, on a sad and lonely hum For every battle fought and won, another's just begun I've seen this story played before, on every dusty stage It's just another line of ink on history's turning page. From the plains of Kansas, you can hear a challenge cry Against a medicine giant, asking who and what and why

They talk of broken promises about a healing vial Putting modern miracles themselves right back on trial. And out across the desert, the sun holds angry sway Phoenix and Las Vegas burn beneath the light of day The heat just keeps on rising, a story old as stone A power bigger than us all, on a burning, empty throne.

Yeah, a power bigger than us all... a story old as stone... And the teller just keeps travelling on... alone.