The Wheel Spins Again

The whole land held its breath to watch a screen Two old men where younger men had been The one in power, his voice a fragile thread Leaving words and worries in his stead The one before, with fire and with scorn A promise of a different kind of morn They traded blows on stages made of light And left a nation wondering in the night Oh, the wheel of fortune spins and spins again Through summer heat and driving winter rain

A travelling soul has seen this tale before The knock of history on a country's door And the question hangs there in the heavy air Who will mend the tear, and who will lay it bare? Down in the city, in a hall of stone A ruling from the highest court was thrown Can a president be shielded from the law? A question full of consequence and awe For acts they called 'official' in their might The scales of justice shifted in the light

And a line was drawn for all the world to see Between a leader's acts and his immunity Oh, the wheel of fortune spins and spins again Through summer heat and driving winter rain A travelling soul has seen this tale before The knock of history on a country's door And the question hangs there in the heavy air Who will mend the tear, and who will lay it bare? The sun beats down on the cracked blacktop road You carry on with your own heavy load

You watch the headlines flicker on your phone And feel both part of it and all alone It's just another verse in a long, long song About the difference 'tween the right and wrong Oh, the wheel of fortune spins and spins again Through summer heat and driving winter rain A travelling soul has seen this tale before The knock of history on a country's door And the question hangs there in the heavy air Who will mend the tear, and who will lay it bare?