Sunken Waltz

Washed my face in the rivers of Empire

Laid my bed from a cardboard crate

Down in a sea of quartz



No news, no new regrets

Tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder

Prayed it would rain and rain

Submerge the whole western states



Call it a last fair deal

With an American seal

In corporate handshake



Take the story of carpenter Mike

Who dropped his tools and his keys and left

And headed out as far as he could

Past the city and gated neighbourhoods



He slept 'neath the stars

Wrote down what he dreamt

And he built a machine

For a-no one to see



Then took flight, first light

Of the new morning