Where the cities are made of gold,
There's a girl playing hopscotch
with pink ribbon pigtails.
from an apartment balcony,
It's almost time for sleep!"
And I wonder, who's the father
Does Does her mother smoke or
does she jog every morning?
Or doesn't she need to drink?
To kiss our young sierra, tuck her in
I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment
I'm 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"
But I'm ready to settle down now
Yeah I'm ready to leave that
I could be your carpenter,
And you could be my twinkling
north star o'er the desert sky.