St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dream - Counting Crows

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

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, in his dream

St. Robinson and his dream

Some people are not quite what they seem

Come on baby, come on darling

Get into my car and drive

Come get into my car and drive

She sure does always does the same thing over and over