The Same Old American Sky

The morning paper hits the porch again Same old ink, just different men They're setting up the stage for a summer fight Trading letters in the pale moonlight No commission hall, just a TV glow CNN in June, a two-man show Then ABC will call the tune in the fall Heard this story once, I've heard 'em all Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's old Of silver tongues and power sold The headlines shout, the ink runs dry Beneath the same old American sky

A brand new day, a borrowed rhyme Just killin' time 'til the end of time The price of gas is on the rise You see the worry in your neighbor's eyes The Fed keeps watchin', holds its breath Talkin' 'bout life, talkin' 'bout death And the nine old robes in their hallowed hall Said the Consumer Bureau won't fall Its funding's safe, the law is sound Another stone on contested ground Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's old Of silver tongues and power sold

The headlines shout, the ink runs dry Beneath the same old American sky A brand new day, a borrowed rhyme Just killin' time 'til the end of time But across the sea on a foreign shore A filmmaker knocks on a golden door Coppola's dream, a city's fate On a silver screen, outside the gate While the pundits shout and the ballots loom He's building worlds inside a darkened room Oh, the wheel it turns, the story's old Of silver tongues and power sold

The headlines shout, the ink runs dry Beneath the same old American sky A brand new day, a borrowed rhyme Just killin' time 'til the end of time