Drivinī in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
Itīs been a long time
Itīs been a long time
Drivinī with my friends
On my way to Ireland
Itīs been a long time
Itīs been a long time
So when I was out
In the desert
And a cowboy
Tried to lasso me
He said your red
And made of clay
A virgin portrait
I let him wake me
But decided not to stay
Next in New York
I fell out with a dragon
Of the white collar kind
But just as ferocious
I remembered Macha
Running faster than the horses
Then an encounter with
A voice that caressed me
Wasnīt it you who
Held off a surrender
To one spoiled nun
Who taught you the names
Of the mountains
On the moon
And then a Jesuit
Proceded to arrange your soul
While I prayed
On my knees
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