11.Sierra
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
And hermom calls out from an apartment balcony,
'Come on, baby! Your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!'
And I wonder who's 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 doesn't 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.
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, Sierra.'
Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,
I'll never know who you are, and I don't deserve to.
My little girl, we would've been so... oh, nevermind.
But I'm ready to settle down now - yeah, I'm ready to leave that
wrecking ball behind.
I could be your carpenter, and you could be my twinkling north
star o'er the desert sky.
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