The Same Old Worries

The wind came tearing through the Iowa corn A new kind of anger, a new trouble born Left Greenfield scattered like a page in the breeze And brought a whole town down to its knees They say the funnel was a mile across the ground Another wild story on the weather-go-round While the Federal Reserve just talks and it waits About closing the barn after opening the gates Oh, the headlines they fly and the anchors they shout But it's the same old story of in and of out Who's got the power, who's got the bread? The same old worries in a brand new bed

Another day's turning, another tale's spun There's nothing new, boys, under the sun The children are shouting on the college green For a war-torn country they have never seen From Columbia's lawn to the California coast They're trading their youth for the ghost of a ghost The elders just watch from their halls of debate Scheduling contests to wrestle with fate Two old names circling the prize once again Like a storybook ending that never will end Oh, the headlines they fly and the anchors they shout But it's the same old story of in and of out

Who's got the power, who's got the bread? The same old worries in a brand new bed Another day's turning, another tale's spun There's nothing new, boys, under the sun The wires are humming a million new tales Of rising prices and faltering scales And I walk this road with a tune in my head Of the things that were promised and things left unsaid Every town I pass has a different fear But they all sound the same when you get real near Oh, the headlines they fly and the anchors they shout But it's the same old story of in and of out

Who's got the power, who's got the bread? The same old worries in a brand new bed Another day's turning, another tale's spun There's nothing new, boys, under the sun