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