The Turning Wheel

In a Manhattan courthouse hall, the silence it did creep Thirty-four times the count was read while the city was asleep A former king in a gilded tower, a story bought and sold Now the jury's truth in a heavy word makes a new history old. Oh, the wheel of fortune turns and turns, the news crier sings his tune 'Bout the rising sun and the setting moon, and the deeds done 'neath the moon The names may change, the ink may fade, but the tale is old as stone

Just another verse in the ballad of the seeds that we have sown. A thinking ghost in the silicon, its profits start to bloom Nvidia's stock, a rising tide, is filling up the room The wires hum with a brand new god, so clever and so fast While the worker wonders at his trade, how long his job will last. Oh, the wheel of fortune turns and turns, the news crier sings his tune 'Bout the rising sun and the setting moon, and the deeds done 'neath the moon

The names may change, the ink may fade, but the tale is old as stone Just another verse in the ballad of the seeds that we have sown. The Texas sun, a burning eye, looks down on thirsty ground While far across a troubled sea, there is a mournful sound The men of state, they draw their lines and talk of a ceasefire plan But the storm and the war don't listen much to the little words of man. Oh, the wheel of fortune turns and turns, the news crier sings his tune

'Bout the rising sun and the setting moon, and the deeds done 'neath the moon The names may change, the ink may fade, but the tale is old as stone Just another verse in the ballad of the seeds that we have sown.