The Storyteller's Morning

In Wilmington town, where the river runs slow A jury has spoken, a seed they did sow For the President's son, beneath the great seal Three counts on a paper, a truth made too real A gun he once bought, a past he can't hide The first of his kind, with nowhere to ride The gavel it fell, a story now told Of power and pain, in a family fold. Oh, the wheel it turns, and the headlines they fly A son takes a fall and the old bankers sigh The sun beats the earth from a merciless sky

It's the same weary song, neath the same weary eye I've seen it before, and I'll see it again The glory of power, the folly of men. In towers of glass where the money lords meet The Federal Reserve keeps a steady, slow beat They hold the rates high, they watch the board gleam And shatter the hope of a working man's dream Your mortgage, your loan, the cost of your breadHangs on the whispers of words that they said Just one little cut, maybe later this year They're selling you patience and calming your fear. Oh, the wheel it turns, and the headlines they fly

A son takes a fall and the old bankers sigh The sun beats the earth from a merciless sky It's the same weary song, neath the same weary eye I've seen it before, and I'll see it again The glory of power, the folly of men. And out on the plains, the state of Kansas cries To a giant of medicine, 'You sold us your lies!' 'Bout a needle of hope in a time of disease Did you hide all the risks, and do just as you please? From the courtroom, to the bank, to the feverish town Everyone's looking for who holds the crown.

Down in the Southwest, a heat dome descends Arizona is burning, the story ne'er ends In Vegas the asphalt, it melts in the glare Another new record is baked in the air The old and the poor, they pray for a breeze Hiding from a sun that brings them to their knees A force of nature, or a bill come to pass Reflected and warped in the looking glass. Oh, the wheel it turns, and the headlines they fly A son takes a fall and the old bankers sigh The sun beats the earth from a merciless sky

It's the same weary song, neath the same weary eye I've seen it before, and I'll see it again The glory of power, the folly of men.