There was a well known water master man   He was the king , he could do anything   The Saint Francis Dam disaster man   Thought she was all right until around midnight      Because that water seeks her own   She had a desire to flow   She was looking for somewhere to go      She was a slave to the great metropolis   She was feeling choked, she pushed the wall till it broke   When they heard the great apocalypse   At power house number two   Well, there was nothing they could do      Because that water seeks her own   Five and one half hours she would flow   She had fifty-three miles to go      A cascade down to Santa Clara way   Near sixty feet high now she's a mile wide   It was clear she was going far away   And whole towns were too a few got lucky in Peru      Because that water seeks her own   But four more hours she would flow   She had twenty-nine miles to go      She carried in her every kind of thing   House, trees, and telegraph pole some say a thousand souls   At three A.M. she gave Santa Paula a ring   She was still twenty-five feet high   Under a peaceful sky      Because that water seeks her own   But two more hours she would flow   She had nineteen miles more to go      It was a real bad night in little Saticoy   El Rio then Montalvo how many no one really knows   Ventura Beach was very scary boy humanity a pile   She went her final mile      Because that water seeks her own   Into the sea the water flowed   And now for forever she would go