Chimes sing Sunday morn Today's the day she's sworn To steal what she never could own And race from this hole she calls home ♪ Now you're at the wheel Tell me how, how does it feel? So good to have equalized To lift up the lids of your eyes ♪ As the miles they disappear See land begin to clear Free from the filth and the scum This American satellite's won ♪ She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall See the steeple pine The hills as old as time Soon to be put to the test To be whipped by the winds of the west ♪ Stands on shifting sands The scales held in her hands The wind it just whips her and wails And fills up her brigantine sails ♪ She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall She'll carry on through it all She's a waterfall