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