Cursive

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-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
Know who you are
And I don't deserve to
Sierra
Sierra
Sierra
Sierra
My little girl
We would have 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.

Written by Cohn, Gretta Mindy / Kasher, Tim / Maginn, Matthew Ryan / Schnase, Clint Frederick / Stevens, Ted James
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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