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 Ive seen Cadillacs sailing"      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 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         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 glides   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 the 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 darlin', come on   Let's just get into my car and drive.......   Come on lets just get into my car and drive..   Just don't always do the same things   Over and over...