Washed my face in the rivers of empire
Made my bed from the cardboard crate
Down in the city of courts
No news, no new regrets
Tossed a susan b over my shoulder
And prayed it would rain and rain
Submerge the whole western state
Called a last fair deal
With an american zeal
and 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 gayday neighbourhoods
And he slept 'neath the stars
Wrote down what he dreamt
And he built a machine for no-one to see
and took flight first light of new morning