Washed my face in the rivers of Empire
Laid my bed from a cardboard crate
Down in a sea of quartz

No news, no new regrets
Tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder
Prayed it would rain and rain
Submerge the whole western states

Call it a last fair deal
With an American seal
In corporate handshake

Take the story of carpenter Mike
Who dropped his tools and his keys and left
And headed out as far as he could
Past the city and gated neighbourhoods

He slept 'neath the stars
Wrote down what he dreamt
And he built a machine
For a-no one to see

Then took flight, first light
Of the new morning