The Humming Wire

The wire hums a tune this morning grey From Michigan, I hear the working man say The Big Three engines have all gone to rust On picket lines where promises are dust They walk the line in old Detroit town For a living wage before the sun goes down Fighting for the future, for their daughters and their sons Same old story 'til the battle's won. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder from a drum But the story's old, and the singer's numb

'Cause the ink will fade and the screens will change their hue But it's the same old tale, for me and for you Just another turning of the weary wheel of man Trying to make a living, doing the best he can. Down in Washington, beneath a marble dome The congressmen are fighting far from home They draw their lines and bang the Speaker's gavel While the funding bills and budgets all unravel They shut it down, then bring it back again A game of chicken in the driving rain

Talking 'bout the debt and the dollars they must save While the folks back home just wonder what they gave. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder from a drum But the story's old, and the singer's numb 'Cause the ink will fade and the screens will change their hue But it's the same old tale, for me and for you Just another turning of the weary wheel of man Trying to make a living, doing the best he can. From a high stone tower, the Federal Reserve will speak Of interest rates that make the strong feel weak

They cool the heat to keep the beast at bay But the price is paid at the end of the day By the family farm and the factory floor Who always seem to be the ones keeping score. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder from a drum But the story's old, and the singer's numb 'Cause the ink will fade and the screens will change their hue But it's the same old tale, for me and for you Just another turning of the weary wheel of man Trying to make a living, doing the best he can.