The Wires Keep Humming

In a New York hall where the air was tight Thirty-four charges, brought into the light A former king's ledger, a story to sell The foreman stood silent, then rang the bell Guilty, the whisper that turned to a roar A line has been crossed that's been untouched before The ink's on the paper, July waits its turn Another hard lesson the powerful must learn. Oh, the wires keep humming a tune I have known

Of the seeds of the tempest that we have all sown From the halls of the courthouse to the dust of the plains The old, old story, it always remains. The sun beats on Texas, a merciless eye While the silicon prophets reach for the sky A digital ghost in a thinking machine The richest new harvest the world's ever seen But the wind has no master, it tears through the corn A furious warning since the world was first born

The sirens are wailing, the screens are all glowing One fortune is rising, another is blowing. Oh, the wires keep humming a tune I have known Of the seeds of the tempest that we have all sown From the halls of the courthouse to the dust of the plains The old, old story, it always remains. And the ships in the harbor, they carry the steel For a war far away that feels all too real We argue in circles of what's right and what's wrong

While the weary old world just keeps singing its song. Oh, the wires keep humming a tune I have known Of the seeds of the tempest that we have all sown From the halls of the courthouse to the dust of the plains The old, old story, it always remains.