(Verse 1) Out on the water where the tankers burn bright, Tit-for-tat strikes cut the Persian Gulf night. Warships were targeted, the counterstrikes fell, Three hulls on fire in an oil-slicked swell. Half a world over, on cold eastern ground, Envoys from Washington quietly touch down— Witkoff and Kushner between Kyiv and the Kremlin's stone gate, Chasing down peace before it’s sealed by the weight of the state. (Chorus) And the news rolls on like the turning of wheels, Counting the cost in what everyone feels. From the storms on the hill to the fires out at sea, Holding our breath for what tomorrow might be. (Verse 2) Back on the homefront, the long highway hums, Labor Day travel as the weekend becomes A reckoning paid at the side of the road, Record-high gas adds a strain to the load. Town halls are shouting and billboards take aim, Mail-in paper ballots and the rules of the game. Every vote fought for before the doors close, Which way the wind of the midterm now blows. (Chorus) And the news rolls on like the turning of wheels, Counting the cost in what everyone feels. From the storms on the hill to the fires out at sea, Holding our breath for what tomorrow might be. (Bridge) Far in the valleys where rivers ran wild, Mud washed the mountains and buried a mile. Twelve hundred lost in Nepal’s broken ground, Yet ten days of silence broke into a sound— Two beating hearts pulled alive from the deep, A promise of mercy the living will keep. (Chorus) And the news rolls on like the turning of wheels, Counting the cost in what everyone feels. From the storms on the hill to the fires out at sea, Holding our breath for what tomorrow might be. (Outro) Tankers in the strait, ballot boxes in line, Hope in the rubble, one life at a time. The sirens fade out as the evening comes down... Turn off the screen, listen close to the sound.
