The River of News

Down in Detroit where the engines sleep The picket line held promises to keep For forty days, the tools lay on the floor A fight for a little, then a little bit more The man named Fain, he stood up tall and proud Spoke for the silent, working crowd And the Big Three giants, one by one, gave way For a piece of the future at the end of the day Oh, the news it rolls on like a river's flow Planting new seeds in the dust where old things grow It's the same old story in a different year

Built on the back of our hope and our fear On Capitol Hill, the marble halls are cold A tale of a leader who was bought and sold The gavel fell from a shaking hand Leaving a broken house in a divided land For weeks they argued, called each other names Playing out their old and bitter games 'Til a quiet man from a southern state Was given the keys to a heavy gate Oh, the news it rolls on like a river's flow Planting new seeds in the dust where old things grow

It's the same old story in a different year Built on the back of our hope and our fear From the factory floor to the halls of state We're all just wrestling with our given fate A little more power, a little more pay Just trying to see a slightly brighter day And the wires hum with a digital ghost A thinking machine that we fear the most But the question it asks is the one we've always known What do we do with the seeds we've sown? Oh, the news it rolls on like a river's flow

Planting new seeds in the dust where old things grow It's the same old story in a different year Built on the back of our hope and our fear