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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSt. Robinson In His Cadillac Dream
Staring out of his window as the world rushes byArthur Robinson closes the glass and replies,"I dream of Ballerinas and I don't know whybut I see Cadillacs sailingI was born on the shores of the Chesapeake BayBut Maryland and Virginia have faded awayAnd I keep thinking tomorrow is coming todaySo I am endlessly waitingAnd the comet is coming betweenMe and the girl who could make it all cleanOut there in the shadow of the modern machineWalks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream.Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinnedWith the girl in the mirror who spins when she spinsFrom where you think you'll end up to the state that you're inYour reflection approaches and then recedes againAnd the comet is coming betweenMe and the girl who could make it all cleanOut there in the shadow of the modern machineWalks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream.I have dreamed of a black car that shimmers and drivesDown the length of the evening to the carnival sideIn a house where regret is a carousel rideWe are spinning and spinning and spinning and now...There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fellThere's a girl in a basement coming out of her shellAnd there are people who will say that they knew me so well...I may not go to heavenI hope you go to hellAnd the comet is coming betweenMe and the girl who could make it all cleanOut there in the shadow of the modern machineWalks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream."
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