St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream

Staring out of his window as the world rushes by 
Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies 
I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why 
But I see a Cadillac sailing. 
and I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay 
But Maryland and Virginia have faded away 
And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today 
So I am endlessly waiting 

And the comet is coming between 
Me and the girl who could make it all clean 
Out there in the shadow of the modern machine 
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream 

Well Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twin 
With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins 
Where you think you will end up to the state that you're in 
Your reflection approaches and then recedes again 

But the comet is coming between 
Me and the girl who could make it all clean 
Out there in the shadow of the modern machines 
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream 

well I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drives 
Down the length of the evening to the carnival side 
In a house where regret is a carousel ride 
We are spinning and spinning and spinning and now
There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell 
There is a girl in a basement coming out of her shell 
There are people who will say that they knew me so well 
I may not go to heaven, I hope that you go to hell 

The comet is coming between 
Me and the girl who could make it all clean 
and there In the shadows of modern machines 
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream 
In his dream 
St. Robinson in his dream 
Some people are never quite what they seem 
Come on baby, come on darling, come on 
let's just Get into my car and drive 
Come on, get into my car and drive 
She says I always do the same things over and over...