The Same Old Human Story

The Speaker's gavel fell to dust, in the great and gilded hall A hundred whispers, zero trust, before the prideful fall The votes were counted, one by one, a brother's knife felt keen Another leader's race is run, a new act in the scene They'll tell you that it's new and strange, this fight for power's crown But it's just faces rearranged, as the wheel keeps turning 'round. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder, then they fade like morning dew But the story's always older than the paper says is new

From the halls of Congress to the dusty market square It's the same old human story, floating on the air. A man in Washington then speaks, of rates and rising cost He hopes to mend the nation's leaks, and tally up the lost The price of bread, the cost of gas, a whisper on the breeze It makes the simple moments pass with far less joyful ease The numbers climb, the numbers fall, the experts all debate While families lean against the wall and curse their fiscal fate.

Oh, the headlines roll like thunder, then they fade like morning dew But the story's always older than the paper says is new From the halls of Congress to the dusty market square It's the same old human story, floating on the air. And now they build a thinking ghost, from silicon and light A tool, a friend, a holy host, to make our futures bright They feed it all our words and art, our folly and our grace And pray it doesn't tear apart the fabric of this place

We build our brand new gods from code, our servants from the wire Forgetting that the seeds we've sowed will grow in sun or fire. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder, then they fade like morning dew But the story's always older than the paper says is new From the halls of Congress to the dusty market square It's the same old human story, floating on the air.