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 Cadillacs 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."