The Same Old Song

The wind blows cold off the Potomac stone Where Chairman Powell keeps his hand upon the throne Of interest rates and fortunes won and lost He counts the nation's ever-rising cost He speaks of landings, soft and slow and deep While families have promises to keep They hope the coin will stretch until the fall He holds the rate and waits to make the call Oh, the ink is wet upon the daily page But the story's old, it's fit for any age Of power gained and fortunes on the wane The same old song in sun and wind and rain

The same old song, just with a different name The town crier shouts from a glowing screen A billion voices, frantic and unseen They call it TikTok, a new digital bazaar Now men in suits want to move it ever far They say a dragon's breath is in the code A hidden danger on a modern road So sell the scroll or watch the market die While silent watchers stand and wonder why Oh, the ink is wet upon the daily page But the story's old, it's fit for any age Of power gained and fortunes on the wane

The same old song in sun and wind and rain The same old song, just with a different name And up above, the silver bird takes flight A door plug's missing in the pale moonlight The men from Boeing face the fire and heat For bolts undone on some Seattle street The FAA sends auditors to see What's become of their quality Another hearing, another promise sworn To fix the vessel since the day 'twas born The two old lions circle 'round the ring They've fought before, you've heard the songs they sing

One from a tower, one the house of white They rally crowds from morning until night It's all connected, if you look and listen The flying machine, the numbers as they glisten The digital scroll, the fight to wear the crown It's the same old story in a different town Oh, the ink is wet upon the daily page But the story's old, it's fit for any age Of power gained and fortunes on the wane The same old song in sun and wind and rain The same old song, just with a different name