This Grand Old Routine

The gavel came down in a Delaware court A family's pain, a public report The President's son, with his head hangin' lowFaced the ghosts of a past he could not let go Found guilty on charges of powder and steel A story of sorrow that feels all too real While the father in charge keeps the world on its track A personal storm he can't ever take back. So gather 'round close and I'll sing you the news Of the high and the low, and the paths that they choose It's a tale of the wire, the sun, and the screen

Just another day's chapter in this grand, old routine. The men in the tower who watch all the gold Decided the story was not to be sold They're holding the rates, keeping 'em high So your dollar won't stretch, no matter how hard you try They talk of inflation, a dragon to tame But for folks on the ground, it's a difficult game Just trying to make it from paycheck to meal While the numbers are spun on a great turning wheel. So gather 'round close and I'll sing you the news

Of the high and the low, and the paths that they choose It's a tale of the wire, the sun, and the screen Just another day's chapter in this grand, old routine. And the sun beats down hard on the cracked, thirsty ground From Phoenix to Vegas, not a cool breeze is found The mercury's climbing, a hundred and ten The old earth is groaning again and again They're selling new magic in a shiny glass phone A mind of its own, that you think is your own Apple Intelligence, a whisper, a friend

Another new start, or another dead end? So gather 'round close and I'll sing you the news Of the high and the low, and the paths that they choose It's a tale of the wire, the sun, and the screen Just another day's chapter in this grand, old routine.