Saint 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 Cadillac's 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

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 Saint Robinson in his Cadillac dream

Carrie's down in her basement
All toe shoes and twinned
With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins
From where you think you'll end up
To the state that you're in
Your reflection approaches and then recedes again

Yeah but 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 Saint Robinson in his Cadillac dream

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
And there is a girl in the basement coming out of her shell
And there are people who will say that they knew me so well
I may not go to heaven
I hope you go to hell

Yeah, but 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 Saint Robinson in his Cadillac dream

In his dream
Saint 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
Aw come on, get into my car and drive
She says I always do the same things over and over