St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dreams Lyrics - 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 

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"