Chimes sing
Sunday morn
Today's the day
she's sworn
To steal what she
never could own
And race from this
hole she
calls home...
Now you're
at the wheel
Tell me how how
does it feel?
So good to
have equalised
To lift up the lids
of your eyes...
As the miles
they disappear
See land
begin to clear
Free from the filth
and the scum
This American
satellite's won...
She'll carry on
through it all
She's a waterfall
She'll carry on
through it all
She's a waterfall
See the
steeple pine
The hills as
old as time
Soon to be
put to the test
To be whipped
by the winds
of the west...
Stands on
shifting sands
The scales held
in her hands
The wind it just
whips her
and wails
And fills up her
brigantine sails
She'll carry on
through it all
She's a waterfall
She'll carry on
through it all
She's a waterfall