Señor Gillian Welch

Señor, Señor, do you know where we're heading?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, Señor?

Señor, Señor, do you know where she's hiding?
How long are we gonna be riding?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, Señor?

There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
There's a marching band still playing in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not"

Señor, Señor, I can hear that painted wagon
I can smell the tail of the dragon
Can't stand the suspense anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, Señor?

Well, the last thing that I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was the trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
She said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"

Señor, Señor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together
Just gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, Señor