Sierra

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,

Theres a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.

And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony,

come on, baby! your bath is ready! its almost time for sleep!

And I wonder whos the father...

And I wonder what they call her - sierra.

Does her mother smoke, or does she jog every morning? 

Does she drink when she thinks about me? 

Or doesnt she need to drink... does she have a man who works a nine to five? 

Does he come home to kiss our young sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight? 

(and an extra kiss for mama...)

I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment.

Im ready to settle down now, so get that man out of my bed.

I want my daughter back now, I want to kiss her,

Tuck her in and say, goodnight, my baby girl, sierra.

Sierra, sierra, sierra, sierra,

Ill never know who you are, and I dont deserve to.

My little girl, we wouldve been so... oh, nevermind.

But Im ready to settle down now - yeah, Im ready to leave that wrecking ball behind.

I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north star oer the desert sky.