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-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 9 to 5

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

know who you are

and i don't deserve to

sierra

sierra

sierra

sierra

my little girl

we would have 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.