The Daily Turn

The wind came howlin' 'cross the plains, in Texas felt the drivin' rains In Arkansas, the sirens cried, while Oklahoma tried to hide The sky turned green, the thunder rolled, a story ancient, new, and old Of shattered homes and splintered trees, and neighbors down upon their knees. Oh, the headlines spin and fade away, another sunrise, another day The same old tale in new disguise, reflected in a million eyes

The ink runs dry, the screen goes dark, but leaves behind its worried mark. In a Manhattan courtroom, tall and gray, they weigh the words a man did say A former king in a wooden chair, with cameras flashin' everywhere The jury sits, the lawyers drone, 'bout secrets that were bought and loaned And all the while the country waits, to argue 'bout the coming fates. Oh, the headlines spin and fade away, another sunrise, another day

The same old tale in new disguise, reflected in a million eyes The ink runs dry, the screen goes dark, but leaves behind its worried mark. The price of bread keeps climbing high, a worried look in daddy's eye The men who watch the money flow, just shake their heads and say it's so While on the lawn, the students stand, for troubles in a distant land Their banners wave, their voices rise, with questions in their youthful eyes.

Oh, the headlines spin and fade away, another sunrise, another day The same old tale in new disguise, reflected in a million eyes The ink runs dry, the screen goes dark, but leaves behind its worried mark.