[00:28.03]Chimes sing Sunday morn
[00:32.96]Today's the day she's sworn
[00:37.99]To steal what she never could own
[00:42.93]And race from this hole she calls home
[00:53.05]Now you're at the wheel
[00:57.14]Tell me how, how does it feel?
[01:02.43]So good to have equalized
[01:07.25]To lift up the lids of your eyes
[01:16.82]As the mile they disappear
[01:21.79]See land begin to clear
[01:26.84]Free from the filth and the scum
[01:31.55]This American satellites won
[01:41.78][01:51.50][02:50.31][02:59.92]She'll carry on through it all
[01:45.81][01:55.45][02:54.23][03:03.99]She's a waterfall
[02:01.21]See the steeple pine
[02:06.01]The hills as old as time
[02:10.98]Soon to be put to the test
[02:15.38]To be whipped by the winds of the west
[02:25.73]Stands on shifting sands
[02:30.34]The scales held in her hands
[02:35.29]The wind it just whips her away
[02:39.88]And fills up her brigantine sails