there was a well known water master man   he was the king   he could do anything   the St. Francis dam disaster man   thought she was all right   until around midnight   because that water seeks her own   she had a desire to flow   she was looking for somewhere to go   she was a slave to the great metropolis   she was feeling choked   she pushed the wall 'till it broke   when they heard the great apocalypse   at power house number two   well, there was nothing they could do   because that water seeks her own   five and one half hours she would flow   she had fifty-three miles to go   a cascade down the santa clara way   near sixty feet high   now she's a mile wide   it was clear she was going far away   and whole towns were, too   a few got lucky in Piru   because that water seeks her own   but four more hours she would flow   she had twenty-nine miles mores to go   she carried in her every kiind of thing   house, tree, telegraph pole   some say a thousand souls   at three am she gave Santa Paula a ring   she was still tenty-five feet high   under a peaceful sky   because that water seeks her own   but tow more hours she would flow   she had nineteen miles more to go   it was a real bad night for little Saticoy   El Rio and Montalvo   how many no one really knows   ventura beach was very scary, boy   humanity a pile   she went her final mile   because that water seeks her own   into the sea the water flowed   and now for forever she would go