Counting Crows - St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dream Lyrics
staring out of his window as the world rushes byArthur robinson closes the glass and repliesI dream of ballerinas and i don't know whyBut i've seen cadillacs sailing.And i was born on the shores of the chesapeake bayBut maryland and virginia have faded awayAnd i keep thinking tomorrow is coming todaySo i am endlessly waitingAnd the comet is coming betweenMe and the girl who could make it all cleanOut there in the shadow of the modern machineWalks st. robinson in his cadillac dreamCarrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinWith the girl in the mirror who spins when she spinsFrom where you think you'll end up to state that you're inYour reflection approaches and then recedes againBut the comet is coming betweenMe and the girl who could make it all cleanOut there in the shadow of the modern machinesWalks st. robinson in his cadillac dreamWell i have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drivesDown the length of the evening to the carnival sideIn a house where regret is a carousel rideWe are spinning and spinning and spinning and nowThere's a hole in the ceiling down through which i fellThere is a girl in a basement coming out of her shellThere are people who will say that they knew me so wellHey i may not go to heaven but i hope that you go to hellThe comet is coming betweenMe and the girl who could make it all cleanAnd there in the shadows of modern machinesWalks st. robinson in his cadillac dreamIn his dreamSt. robinson in his dreamSome people are never quite what they seemCome on baby, come on darling, come onLet's just get into my car and driveCome on, get into my car and driveShe says i always do the same things over and over...
