Sierra

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 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... oh, 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 wanna kiss her Tuck her in and say, "Goodnight My baby girl, Sierra" Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra I'll never know, know who you are and I don't deserve to Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra My little girl, we would've been so... oh, never mind But I'm ready to settle down now Yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind And I could be your carpenter And you could be my twinkling North Star over the desert sky