I am a singer, a shaper, a music maker
The southern lights'll shine a when I make 'em
Got a city street

The flood can't defeat
The river can't touch what the valley doesn't meet
From the west coast

Move on to higher ground
To the east side
The ships'll weigh you down

If you need me send
By UPS, no less than
Fourth, third second best street

Never ever trust the weather
Marry off the governor to
Heather from another brother

Sister city town that comes
From germany to buy from mother's
Music and play

The sound of the falling rain

Chorus:

I want to go where the bed flowers grow
Between the hills where the words and rivers flow
A tarnished bridge to nowhere

A gilded dream to never let it go