History's Page

The cold spring rain on the courthouse stone A man of gold now sits alone His fixer speaks of deals and lies Beneath the gaze of watchful eyes A hush-money tale, an oath is sworn Another page of history's torn And the storyteller just clears his throat Takes a breath and sings a note Oh, the headlines roll like a turning tide But there's nowhere left for the truth to hide

It's the same old play on a different stage Just another line on history's page A song of power, a song of pain Sung in the sun and in the rain On the campus green where the ivy clings A different kind of protest sings Tents are raised for a distant shore A cry for peace in the midst of war The old guard shouts, the young stand fast A living ghost of protests past

From Columbia's lawn to the western coast They raise a voice for the ones we've lost Oh, the headlines roll like a turning tide But there's nowhere left for the truth to hide It's the same old play on a different stage Just another line on history's page A song of power, a song of pain Sung in the sun and in the rain And the price of bread is a heavy thing The worry that the numbers bring

The men in suits watch the market climb Sayin' 'Patience now, it just takes time' But the kitchen table tells the tale When a steady wage begins to fail Oh, the headlines roll like a turning tide But there's nowhere left for the truth to hide It's the same old play on a different stage Just another line on history's page A song of power, a song of pain Sung in the sun and in the rain