The Turning of the World

The river of the dollar bill runs shallow now and slow Jerome Powell on the mountain top, watched the valley down below He said, 'Hold the rates and watch the sky, inflation is a fire' But every town and every home feels the cost climb ever higher. Oh, the headlines fly like ravens, crying news across the land Of kings and coins and promises held in a trembling hand

But I've heard this song a thousand times, on a thousand different strings It’s just the turning of the world, and the old song that it sings. The banners for the battle have been chosen, stitch for stitch One from a white and columned house, one from a world more rich It's Biden's name against old Trump's, a story heard before Like two old ships in a rising storm, returning to the shore.

Oh, the headlines fly like ravens, crying news across the land Of kings and coins and promises held in a trembling hand But I've heard this song a thousand times, on a thousand different strings It’s just the turning of the world, and the old song that it sings. And up above the clouds so high, a silver bird did groan A door plug ripped right from its frame, leaving the travelers all alone

They're asking questions down at Boeing, from the ground up to the sky About the price of moving fast, and the reasons people fly. The children watch the glowing screens, a clock that ticks so fast The elders in the marble halls want to make the moment last They argue over TikTok's ghost, a phantom in the code Forgetting every generation walks a new and winding road.

Oh, the headlines fly like ravens, crying news across the land Of kings and coins and promises held in a trembling hand But I've heard this song a thousand times, on a thousand different strings It’s just the turning of the world, and the old song that it sings.