The Wire Sings a Tune

Come gather 'round and I'll tell a tale Carried on the morning mail Of two old men who want the crown As summer heat beats on the town One from the White House, one from a tower Both chasing down that fleeting power The banners wave, the rallies swell A story that I know too well Oh, the wire sings a hurried tune Beneath a hazy, worried moon From Washington to the western fires They're stringing up the same old wires

The names will change, the ink will dry Beneath a constant, human sky Your dollar shrinks, your bread costs more The Federal Reserve still bars the door They hold the rates and watch and wait To see if they can change our fate Meanwhile the code, it writes itself New AI dreams on every shelf They promise marvels, smart and fast While shadows on our future's cast Oh, the wire sings a hurried tune Beneath a hazy, worried moon

From Washington to the western fires They're stringing up the same old wires The names will change, the ink will dry Beneath a constant, human sky The nine in robes, they cast their stone On laws that chill you to the bone A line is drawn, a right is weighed A brand new version of a choice long made The world gets hotter, year by year We trade our hope to feed our fear Oh, the wire sings a hurried tune Beneath a hazy, worried moon

From Washington to the western fires They're stringing up the same old wires The names will change, the ink will dry Beneath a constant, human sky