So when I was out in
the desert
And a cowboy tried to lasso me
He said you're red and made of clay
A virgin portrait
I let him wake me but decided not to stay
Driving in my Saab on
my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
Driving with my friends on my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
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
Driving in my Saab on
my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long time
Driving with my friends on my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long time
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 proceeded to arrange your soul while I prayed on my knees
