St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dream Lyrics & Chords By 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've seen Cadillacs sailing.
And I was born on the shores of 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 a 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.
Yeah but 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 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.
Yeah but 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,
Oh come on baby, come on darlin', come on,
Lets just get into my car and drive,
Oh come on lets just get into my car and drive,
Just don't always do the same thing over and over.