Vals

I step out of a dream I was a child
Of the new age
I was wrapped in an American flag
Sunburned face
California’s open arms
Sheltered me
And I have a voice but I’m not sure
What I want to say
What do I want to say
Now I set out for the river but the banks had all been gated off
So I followed them 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, it was such a thing of beauty,
it was such a thing
of beauty