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. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
