Sunken Waltz (Live at China Theatre Stockholm, 25.04.2003)

Washed my face in the rivers of empire
Made a bed from a cardboard crate
Down in the city of quartz
No news, no new regrets
Tossed the Susan B. over my shoulder
And prayed it would rain and rain
Submerge the whole Western states
God, what a last fair deal
With an American seal
And corporate handshake

Take the story of carpenter Mike
Dropped his tools and his keys and left
And headed out as straight as he could
Past the city's gated neighborhoods
And slept 'neath a star
Wrote down what he dreamt
And he built a machine
For no one to see
Then took flight
At first light in the morning