The Ink Is New

The sun comes up on another day Spills light across the USA In a Manhattan court, the gavel fell A story that the years will tell Thirty-four counts, the foreman read For a former president, it's said Some cry for justice, some cry shame Just a different player in an old, old game Oh, the ink is new, but the tale is old The names all change, the stories unfold It's the same seven sins, for silver and gold Just another chapter, bought and sold

The price of groceries climbs the wall You work all week to watch it fall The men in suits, they watch the line Say the numbers all look mighty fine There's jobs a-plenty, so they say But the dollar's weaker than yesterday You fill the tank and you pay the rent And wonder where the whole thing went Oh, the ink is new, but the tale is old The names all change, the stories unfold It's the same seven sins, for silver and gold Just another chapter, bought and sold

They're building minds of wire and light To write our songs in the pale moonlight And down along the Rio Grande's shore A president's pen shuts another door They talk of futures, bright and bold And borders that they must uphold One fear replaces another fear Same whispers that I always hear Some folks yearn for a golden age Some folks pray for a brand new start They're just turning another page In the same old book of the human heart

Oh, the ink is new, but the tale is old The names all change, the stories unfold It's the same seven sins, for silver and gold Just another chapter, bought and sold