The Wheel Keeps On Turnin'

In a city of towers, where the avenues gleam A man who was king lives a contrary dream In a room without windows, a jury of twelveRead the stories the paper and history shelve They spoke of a silence, a payment in gold A tale for the ages, both brazen and old And thirty-four times, the gavel did land On the one who once held the whole world in his hand Oh, the wheel keeps on turnin', the sun comes and goes

New headlines are written on yesterday's prose From the halls of the mighty to the dust of the plains It's the same human story, that always remains Down in Texas the sun is a hammer of brass The rivers run thirsty, the green turns to glass The old folks remember a time when it rained Now the earth has a fever, its body is strained The grid sings a high, desperate, shimmering tune

Folks pray for a shadow beneath the hot noon A warning is carried on winds dry and low About seeds of a future we started to grow Oh, the wheel keeps on turnin', the sun comes and goes New headlines are written on yesterday's prose From the halls of the mighty to the dust of the plains It's the same human story, that always remains And the price of your bread keeps on climbing so slow

While the bankers all whisper of which way to go They talk of resilience, a number, a trend But a pocketbook's empty right at the week's end I've seen kings lose their crowns, seen the fields turn to sand It's just one more new chapter in this weary old land Oh, the wheel keeps on turnin', the sun comes and goes New headlines are written on yesterday's prose From the halls of the mighty to the dust of the plains

It's the same human story, that always remains