I step out of a dream I was a child

Of the new age

I was wrapped in an American flag

Sunburned face

California’s open arms

Sheltered me

And I have a voice but I’m not sure

What I want to say

What do I want to say

Now I set out for the river but the banks had all been gated off

So I followed them telephone wires and streetlights and sleeping houses

It was such a thing of beauty, I could look in but never touch

It was such a thing of beauty, it was such a thing of beauty,

it was such a thing

of beauty