Testo:
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
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
