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

there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And

her mom calls out from and 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.