Saint Robinson in His Cadillac Dream Counting Crows

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."

And 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

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 Saint 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 Saint Robinson in his Cadillac dream