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 a Cadillac 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



Well Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twin

With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins

Where you think you will end up to the state that you're in

Your reflection approaches and then recedes again



But the comet is coming between

Me and the girl who could make it all clean

Out there in the shadow of the modern machines

Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream



well 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 is a girl in a basement coming out of her shell

There are people who will say that 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

and there In the shadows of modern machines

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 darling, come on

let's just Get into my car and drive

Come on, get into my car and drive

She says I always do the same things over and over...