On the streets where the streetcars are squeaking through the morning
The flags that are raised start to wave
Goodbye to the old people gathered by warnings
I stand on he corner and feel like a foreigner
Whoa, far from the sparkling blue waters
Where the fish and the canvasses play
And the waves are as calm as my father
And the daughters are dancing all day
In the house where the housewares are thrown out the window
And soap opera dreams, they do scream
And the people inside can't decide where they will go
For the track it is wrong and the train it is long
Whoa, far from the sparkling blue waters
Where the fish and the canvasses play
And the waves are as calm as my father
And the daughters are dancing all day
All the diamonds are packed back behind in the redwoods
In the Japanese freighters back home
But I won't cut that tree till I'm sure that it's deadwood
And the last leaf is fallen and summer is gone
Whoa, far from the sparkling blue waters
Where the fish and the canvasses play
And the waves are as calm as my father
And the daughters are dancing all day
And the daughters are dancing all day