Lyrics:

Chimes sing Sunday morn Today's the day she's sworn To steal what she never could own And race from this hole she calls home Now you're at the wheel Tell me how how does it feel So good to have equalised To lift up the lids of your eyes As the miles they disappear See land begin to clear Free from the filth and the scum This American satellite's won She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall See the steeple pine The hills as old as time Soon to be put to the test To be whipped by the winds of the west Stands on shifting sands The scales held in her hands The wind it just whips her and wails And fills up her brigantine sails She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall