歌词
I step out of a dream
I was a child of the new age
Wrapped in an American flag
Sun burned face
California's open arms will shelter me
I have a voice but I'm not sure what I want to say
I set off for the river but the banks had all been gated off
So I followed their 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.