The Same Old Sky

Gather 'round and listen close, I'll sing of what the wire shows Down by the Potomac's shore, they're locking up the government's door The Speaker's gavel tries to land, on shifting ground and moving sand They talk of debts and closing gates, while the nation holds its breath and waits Another deadline, another fight, beneath the Capitol's cold dome light. Oh, the wheel it turns and turns again Just different names for the sun and rain The headlines shout, the ink runs dry

Beneath the same old endless sky A story told, a song I've sung Since this old, weary world was young. The price of bread, a heavy sigh, the numbers from the Fed run high They hope to cool a burning fire, by choking out the heart's desire A working man just shakes his head, thinks of the words a chairman said About a pain that must be borne, to greet a brighter, distant morn He feels the pinch, he knows the cost, of something gained and something lost.

Oh, the wheel it turns and turns again Just different names for the sun and rain The headlines shout, the ink runs dry Beneath the same old endless sky A story told, a song I've sung Since this old, weary world was young. And now they build a thinking ghost, from coast to shining, worried coast A mind of code and silicon thread, to raise the smart or replace the dead

While western winds blow hot and strange, a sign of seasons out of range The smoke it rises from the plains, another test of what remains. Oh, the wheel it turns and turns again Just different names for the sun and rain The headlines shout, the ink runs dry Beneath the same old endless sky A story told, a song I've sung Since this old, weary world was young.