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  Maryland and Virginia have faded away  And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today  So I am endlessly waiting  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 will end up to the state that you're in  Your reflection approaches and recedes again. Yeah  And the comet is coming between  Me and the girl who could make it all clean  Out in the shadow of the modern machines  Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream  I had a dream of a black car that shimmers and drives  Down the length of the evening to the carnival's side  In a house where regret is a carousel ride  We are spinning and spinning and spinning  There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell  There's a girl in the basement coming out of her shell  And there are people who will say they knew me so well  I may not go to heaven..  I hope that you go to hell!  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  Come on baby come on baby  Lets just Get into my car and drive.