The Morning Wind

The sun beats down like a hammer's fall Puts a shimmerin' haze over one and all From the Midwest plains to the Eastern shore The old folks say they ain't seen a heat like this before The air is thick and the rivers are low Just another season in the passing show Oh, the headlines roll on the morning wind Telling tales of where we've been It's a new day's verse in an ancient song 'Bout what's right and what feels wrong And the wheel keeps turning round and round

On this hard and unforgiving ground In Georgia, on a brightly lit stage Two old men try to turn a new page For an hour and a half, the words they flew 'Bout what they'd promised and what they'd do One's voice was hoarse and the other was loud Each one trying to sway the worried crowd Oh, the headlines roll on the morning wind Telling tales of where we've been It's a new day's verse in an ancient song 'Bout what's right and what feels wrong

And the wheel keeps turning round and round On this hard and unforgiving ground The men in black robes, they had their say 'Bout where a soul with no home can lay Said a city can ban the blanket and the bed Now where's a poor man to rest his weary head? The wires all hum with what's false and what's true But who gets to choose, between me and you? Oh, the headlines roll on the morning wind Telling tales of where we've been It's a new day's verse in an ancient song

'Bout what's right and what feels wrong And the wheel keeps turning round and round On this hard and unforgiving ground