[00:47.03]Chimes sing Sunday morn
[00:51.34]Today's the day she's sworn
[00:56.00]To steal what she never could own
[01:00.67]And race from this hole she calls home
[01:10.34]Now you're at the wheel
[01:14.10]Tell me how, how does it feel?
[01:19.22]So good to have equalized
[01:23.71]To lift up the lids of your eyes
[01:33.16]As the mile they disappear
[01:37.78]See land begin to clear
[01:42.75]Free from the filth and the scum
[01:46.87]This American satellites won
[01:56.74][02:05.94][03:01.57][03:10.93]She'll carry on through it all
[02:00.47][02:09.42][03:05.29][03:14.72]She's a waterfall
[02:15.13]See the steeple pine
[02:19.58]The hills as old as time
[02:24.43]Soon to be put to the test
[02:28.60]To be whipped by the winds of the west
[02:38.42]Stands on shifting sands
[02:42.87]The scales held in her hands
[02:47.46]The wind it just whips her away
[02:52.19]And fills up her brigantine sails