Measure the cost of the American dream
by every soul you have discounted on the way
built on the watershed, in the season of the rains
Like oil beneath our feet we cannot stay standing

She'll lead you down to your destruction
with a tender voice and a fragile hand
Slow is the evening of her seduction
She is not your wife and is faithful to no man

Drag me down again
Staring in the face of greed
But who am I' Who am I
To curse the flower, and plant the seed'

The very sound that stirs my silence
Is barely heard under the rampage of my fear
I need someone-- to sever the shackles
of these things that have been after us for years

What does it mean' what is the difference
If I cannot do what I mean to do'
Stars on the water
Stars on the skys
I don't want to be rescued if I can't be with you