[Verse 1] He’s quoting chapter and verse Late night Yellow pad Coffee stains Walking the halls like a priest Muttering Latin and budget claims He’s got maps on the walls Knows every name in the Situation Room Says “What’s next?” through the chaos Like there’s still a little more room [Chorus] Bartlet and Trump in my TV mind Two storms on a headline sky One plays chess One loves the fight What kind of country do we write? History’s not a rerun night We choose the channel We choose the light [Verse 2] Gold letters Tall towers Mic in his hand Crowd in his palm Speaks in punchlines and ratings Sells the panic Then sells the calm He’s got planes with his name And a story for every scar on stage Tweets like midnight matches Thrown at a leaking gauge [Chorus] Bartlet and Trump in my TV mind Two storms on a headline sky One walks slow Counting the cost One yells “win” like no one lost History’s not a rerun night We choose the channel We choose the light [Bridge] Is it the man Or the mirror? Is it us Or the throne? Every vote Every joke Builds a house we call home Do we want a steady hand Or a spark on a powder line? Or something we haven’t written In the margin of our time? (oh) [Chorus] Bartlet and Trump in my TV mind Two storms on a headline sky One bends Breaks Prays Rewrites One swings hard Never thinks twice History’s not a rerun night We choose the channel We choose the light We choose the channel We choose the light
