Sunken Waltz

Washed my face in the rivers of empire

Made my bed from a cardboard crate

Down in a City of Quartz

No news, no new regrets

And tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder

And prayed it would rain and rain

Submerge the whole Western States

Call it a last fair deal with an American seal

And corporate handshake

Take the story of Carpenter Mike

Who dropped his tools and his keys and left

And headed out as far as he could

Past the city and gated neighborhoods

And he slept 'neath the stars

Wrote down what he dreamt

And he built a machine

For no one to see

Then took flight, first light of new morning