The Storyteller's Dispatch

In a tower of glass on a Manhattan isle A former king stood for his trial The jury sat silent, twelve faces of stoneWeighing the seeds that a rich man had sown Of records and payments, a story concealed Thirty-four counts, the judgment revealed A hush in the courtroom, a nation holds breath Another old story of power and death Oh, the wheel keeps on turnin', the headlines they burn Another hard lesson the people must learn

From a king in a courtroom to a sky filled with fire It's the same weary story of want and desire I sing you the news, but the tale is ancient and long Just another day's verse in humanity's song The sun burns on Texas with a merciless hand While twisters go dancing across the flat land The power lines snap and the sirens they cry Folks huddle in cellars and watch the dark sky The weather map's bleeding in angry new shades

Nature's own judgment in violent parades From Florida's coast to the Oklahoma plain They're praying for mercy and waiting for rain Oh, the wheel keeps on turnin', the headlines they burn Another hard lesson the people must learn From a king in a courtroom to a sky filled with fire It's the same weary story of want and desire I sing you the news, but the tale is ancient and long Just another day's verse in humanity's song

And the price of your bread keeps on climbing so high The bankers they whisper, the politicians they lie You work for your wages, you try to get by With a worry in your gut and a question in your eye Is the storm in the capitol, or the one in the air The one that will leave your cupboards all bare? Oh, the wheel keeps on turnin', the headlines they burn Another hard lesson the people must learn From a king in a courtroom to a sky filled with fire

It's the same weary story of want and desire I sing you the news, but the tale is ancient and long Just another day's verse in humanity's song