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

Maryland and Virginia have faded away

And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today

So I am endlessly waiting

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 will end up to the state that you're in

Your reflection approaches and recedes again. Yeah

And the comet is coming between

Me and the girl who could make it all clean

Out in the shadow of the modern machines

Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream

I had a dream of a black car that shimmers and drives

Down the length of the evening to the carnival's side

In a house where regret is a carousel ride

We are spinning and spinning and spinning

There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell

There's a girl in the basement coming out of her shell

And there are people who will say 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

out there in the shadow of a modern machine

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 baby

Lets just Get into my car and drive.