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 SHIFTIN' 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