Letra de Vals

I step out of a dream I was a child of the new age Wrapped in an American flag Sun burned face California's open arms will shelter me I have a voice but I'm not sure what I want to say What do I want to say? I set off for the river but the banks had all been gated off So I followed their 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.