The Wheel It Turns

The wind howls down through Texas plains, a mournful, angry sound Tornadoes spin and tear the ground where little towns were found The sirens sing a song of grief, beneath a sky of green Another chapter of the storm, a story often seen. In a Manhattan courthouse room, the air was thick and slow A former president stands judged, for seeds sown long ago They read the counts, it's thirty-four, a number stark and strange A history book just wrote a line that nothing can rearrange.

Oh, the wheel it turns, the headline burns, then fades into the grey I sing the tale of pride and fail I saw along the way The names will change, the set rearranges, but the story feels the same A little bit of glory and a whole lot of the blame. Down at the store, the price of bread is climbing to the sky The Fed holds tight the interest rate, and no one can say why The working man just shakes his head, digs deeper in his jeans To pay the cost of staying put, and what survival means.

A metal bird in Florida waits, to chase the stars so bright The Starliner ship, with souls on board, to journey through the night But wires cross and valves delay, they're tethered to the ground A dream of flight, a human plight, in silence can be found. Oh, the wheel it turns, the headline burns, then fades into the grey I sing the tale of pride and fail I saw along the way The names will change, the set rearranges, but the story feels the same A little bit of glory and a whole lot of the blame.

You see it on a glowing screen, I hear it on the breeze The very same old human scenes beneath the timeless trees A reach for power, a sudden shower, a struggle to be free It's all the same, this endless game, for you and them and me. Oh, the wheel it turns, the headline burns, then fades into the grey I sing the tale of pride and fail I saw along the way The names will change, the set rearranges, but the story feels the same A little bit of glory and a whole lot of the blame.