The November Tale

The clock on the Capitol's ticking on down Another November in Washington town Speaker Johnson, he built him a ladder to climb To buy the government just a little more time It crosses the hall where ol' Schumer awaits While the country just holds its breath at the gates. Oh, the ink is still wet on the page of the day But the story's as old as the hills, I would say From the halls of the powerful to the factory floor I've seen this all happen a thousand times before. By the San Francisco Bay, the air has gone still

As the Eagle and Dragon meet up on the hill President Biden and President Xi With the whole wide world watching on carefully They talk of the fentanyl, ships in the sea Trying to mend what was broken, and what's yet to be. Oh, the ink is still wet on the page of the day But the story's as old as the hills, I would say From the halls of the powerful to the factory floor I've seen this all happen a thousand times before. The lines in Detroit, they started to move The UAW had something to prove

After weeks on the picket, a deal's on the table To make the worker's life a little more stable Now they read the fine print and they cast their vote Hoping to sail on a steadier boat. And the grocer keeps watch on the price of his bread Hangs on every word that Jerome Powell has said The numbers came down, just a whisper, a sigh As the great wheel of money goes spinning on by. Oh, the ink is still wet on the page of the day But the story's as old as the hills, I would say From the halls of the powerful to the factory floor

I've seen this all happen a thousand times before.