Counting Crows St Robinson In His Cadillac Dream Lyrics

St Robinson In His Cadillac Dream Lyrics

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
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.
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
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.
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's a
girl in a 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
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.