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