The Wheel Keeps On Turnin'

Pull up a chair and I'll tell you a tale Fresh from the wire, carried on the gale The dust on my boots is from yesterday's road But the story I carry is a heavier load It's the news of the morning in your modern age Just a different ink on the very same page The wheel keeps on turnin', the new sun will rise On the same old stories 'neath different skies A challenge, a storm, a controversial word The oldest of songs that you've ever heard Two old lions are circling a prize

See the challenge reflected in each other's eyes They'll stand on a stage in the heat of the June To sing for the kingdom a familiar old tune One named Joe Biden, the other named Trump Deciding their fates from a podium stump From a college in Kansas, a kicker did speak Of the roles for the strong and the paths for the meek Harrison Butker, he spoke of a home And the seeds of division were scattered and sown A firestorm flickered on a million bright screens Just another debate on what womanhood means

The wheel keeps on turnin', the new sun will rise On the same old stories 'neath different skies A challenge, a storm, a controversial word The oldest of songs that you've ever heard The wind came to Houston with a terrible sound Tore the roofs from the houses, shook the firm ground The lights all went dark and the glass fell like rain A city of people in darkness and pain Another reminder that for all of our might We're just children all huddled and fearing the night And the price of your bread, the cost of your gas

Is a slow, grinding worry that's built up to last The numbers they flicker, a national ache For every small dollar a family can make It's the quiet desperation, the struggle to climb Just the rhythm of hardship, as old as all time 'Cause the wheel keeps on turnin', the new sun will rise On the same old stories 'neath different skies A challenge, a storm, a controversial word The oldest of songs that you've ever heard