The Wheel It Turns and Groans

Another winter starts to fade, another story's on the stage I pull my collar to the wind, and see the same old strife begin From glowing screens to papers thin, the ink is wet, let's all tune in For tales of power, flood, and doubt, as the world just spins about. Down by the Rio Grande so wide, where the current cannot hide In Eagle Pass, they've drawn a line, with rolls of gleaming razor wire Governor Abbott stands his ground, says the Feds won't push him 'round While Shelby Park is locked and chained, a battle lost, a battle gained.

Oh, the wheel it turns and groans, same old stories, different bones The headlines shout a brand new name, but the human heart's the same From the border to the Hill, the winds of change are never still And I sing what I have seen, on this great American scene. Up in Washington, the halls are cold, a story that's been often told The Speaker's gavel tries to plead, to plant a bipartisan seed But budgets break and deadlines loom, a government shutdown in the room They're counting votes and counting sands, with the nation in their hands.

Now look out west to golden shores, where a different kind of tempest roars An atmospheric river flows, the 'Pineapple Express' it blows From San Diego to LA, the hills of mud begin to sway And nature, with a heavy sigh, reminds us all who's really high. Oh, the wheel it turns and groans, same old stories, different bones The headlines shout a brand new name, but the human heart's the same From the border to the Hill, the winds of change are never still And I sing what I have seen, on this great American scene.

And there's a fever in the dollar bill, the Fed says 'Hush now, just stand still' Jerome Powell speaks his lines, watching for the warning signs From the farmer in the dust, to the banker that you trust Everyone can feel the strain, waiting on the sun or rain. Oh, the wheel it turns and groans, same old stories, different bones The headlines shout a brand new name, but the human heart's the same From the border to the Hill, the winds of change are never still And I sing what I have seen, on this great American scene.