[00:37.94]Chimes sing Sunday morn
[00:42.19]Today's the day she's sworn
[00:47.11]To steal what she never could own
[00:51.98]And race from this hole she calls home
[01:02.08]Now you're at the wheel
[01:05.76]Tell me how, how does it feel?
[01:10.57]So good to have equalized
[01:14.94]To lift up the lids of your eyes
[01:24.15]As the mile they disappear
[01:28.55]See land begin to clear
[01:33.46]Free from the filth and the scum
[01:37.19]This American satellites won
[01:46.97][01:56.00][02:49.75][02:58.59]She'll carry on through it all
[01:50.50][01:59.42][02:53.27][03:01.90]She's a waterfall
[02:04.93]See the steeple pine
[02:09.14]The hills as old as time
[02:13.79]Soon to be put to the test
[02:17.47]To be whipped by the winds of the west
[02:27.05]Stands on shifting sands
[02:31.50]The scales held in her hands
[02:35.99]The wind it just whips her away
[02:40.49]And fills up her brigantine sails