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 and 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 who you are, and I don't deserve to.       Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra,      My little girl, we would've 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.