Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power) - Tim O'Brien

Señor, señor

Can you tell me where we’re headin'

Lincoln County Road or Armageddon

Seems like I been down this way before

Is there any truth in that, señor

Señor, señor

Do you know where she’s hidin'

How long are we gonna be riding

How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door

Will there be any comfort there, señor

There’s a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck

And there’s an iron cross still hanging from around her neck

There’s a marching band still playing in that vacant lot

Where’s she held me in her arms one time and said

«Forget me not»

Señor, señor

I can see that painted wagon

Smell the tail of the dragon

I can’t stand the suspense here anymore

Can you tell me who to contact here, señor

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled

Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field

And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring

Said «Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing»

Señor, señor

You know their hearts are hard as leather

Give me a minute, let me get it together

I just gotta pick myself up off the floor

I’m ready when you are, señor

Señor, señor

Let’s overturn these tables

And disconnect these cables

This place don’t make sense to me no more

Can you tell me what we’re waiting for, señor