Sierra

Artists : Cursive : Sierra

In the desert where the cities are made of gold
theres a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbons pigtails.
And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony
“come on baby! Yr 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’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.
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 yr carpenter,
and you could be my twinkling north star o’er the desert sky.