drivin' in my saab
on my way to ireland
it's been a long time
it's been a long time
drivin' with my friends
on my way to ireland
it's been a long time
it's 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
wasn't 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
