Lyrics:
Washed my face in the rivers of empireMade my bed from a cardboard crateDown in the city of quartzNo news, no new regretsTossed a susan b. over my shoulderAnd prayed it would rain and rainSubmerge the whole western statesCall it a last fair dealWith an american sealAnd corporate hand shakeTake the story of carpenter mikeDropped his tools and his keys and leftAnd headed out as far as he couldPast the cities and gated neighborhoodsHe slept 'neath the starsWrote down what he dreamtAnd he built a machineFor no one to seeThen took flight, first light