The Thunder Roll of Headlines

The sun beats down on Delaware, a heavy, humid haze A President's son upon the stand, lost in a legal maze A jury weighs a family's pain, a story whispered low About a choice, a loaded gun, from many years ago. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder, and the paper ink runs thin But it's the same old human story, where a new one just begins From a king's court to a screen's glow, I have sung this song before

Of power, price, and consequence, and the knock upon the door. Down south in Washington, the marble steps are steep The High Court guards its secrets that the coming ages keep With black robes and a heavy gavel, they decide on right and wrong While the people hold their breath to hear the changing of the song. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder, and the paper ink runs thin But it's the same old human story, where a new one just begins

From a king's court to a screen's glow, I have sung this song before Of power, price, and consequence, and the knock upon the door. The West is burning hotter now beneath a fevered sky The mercury is rising, and the riverbeds are dry They talk of changing climates while the seasons lose their way Another timeless battle we are fighting here today. Oh, the headlines roll like thunder, and the paper ink runs thin

But it's the same old human story, where a new one just begins From a king's court to a screen's glow, I have sung this song before Of power, price, and consequence, and the knock upon the door.