The Weary Sky

The air is thick in the city heat Down on a lower Manhattan street A jury shuffled from the room Sealing a powerful man's new doom For thirty-four counts, the foreman read While the world held breath for what was said A former king, now called to pay For secrets of a bygone day. And the newsman sings his hurried song Of what was right and what was wrong But the road is long and the dust still flies I've seen this look in a thousand eyes Another chapter in the book

Just take a long and weary look. Far from the court and earthly pleas Two souls are rising on the breeze On Boeing's ship, a bird of white Named Wilmore and Williams, burning bright The Starliner's course, so long delayed A promise to the stars is made They chase a dream up in the black With no intention of looking back. And the newsman sings his hurried song Of what was right and what was wrong But the road is long and the dust still flies I've seen this look in a thousand eyes

Another chapter in the book Just take a long and weary look. One man is trapped by paper trails Another rides on fiery rails The nation splits right down the seam Living a strange and troubled dream Some cheer for justice, some for might Both sure their separate cause is right But the sun comes up, the sun goes down On every corner of this town. And the newsman sings his hurried song Of what was right and what was wrong But the road is long and the dust still flies

I've seen this look in a thousand eyes Another chapter in the book Just take a long and weary look.