Counting Crows 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. I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay 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 St. 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 will end up to the state that you're in Your reflection approaches and recedes again. Yeah And the comet is coming between Me and the girl who could make it all clean Out in the shadow of the modern machines Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream I had a dream of a black car that shimmers and drives Down the length of the evening to the carnival's side In a house where regret is a carousel ride We are spinning and spinning and spinning There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell There's a girl in the basement coming out of her shell And there are people who will say 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 out there in the shadow of a modern machine 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 baby Lets just Get into my car and drive.
