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 an 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 9 to 5 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 know who you are and i don't deserve to sierra sierra sierra sierra my little girl we would have 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.