The Same Old Wind

The sun comes up on another day The paper lands, the screens all play They say the price of bread is steep While promises are soft and cheap The men who watch the nation's purse Just say it's bound to get much worse A fever in the market's veins Another year of aches and pains Oh, the headlines shout, the tickers glow It's the same old wind that's ever blown A tale of power, want, and fear Whispered fresh into the ear But the ink will fade, the screen will die Beneath the same old worried sky

The two great houses, red and blue Are shouting 'bout what they will do They draw their lines down on the map And pull the nation's spine 'til snap And out in fields of glass and steel A ghost that hums inside the wire Is learning how to think and feel And stoking a new kind of fire Oh, the headlines shout, the tickers glow It's the same old wind that's ever blown A tale of power, want, and fear Whispered fresh into the ear But the ink will fade, the screen will die Beneath the same old worried sky

And down along a dusty line Where weary travelers wait for sign They walk a thousand miles or more To knock upon a guarded door Seeking shelter from the storm Just trying to keep their children warm It's a story old as dust and bone Of looking for a place called home Oh, the headlines shout, the tickers glow It's the same old wind that's ever blown A tale of power, want, and fear Whispered fresh into the ear But the ink will fade, the screen will die Beneath the same old worried sky