Chimes sing Sunday morn

Today's the day she's sworn

To steal what she never could own

And race from this hole she calls home

Now you're at the wheel

Tell me how how does it feel

So good to have equalised

To lift up the lids of your eyes

As the miles they disappear

See land begin to clear

Free from the filth and the scum

This American satellite's won



She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall



She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall



See the steeple pine

The hills as old as time

Soon to be put to the test

To be whipped by the winds of the west



Stands on shifting sands

The scales held in her hands

The wind it just whips her and wails

And fills up her brigantine sails



She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall



She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall