Ireland

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 Sue and I was out in the desert And a cowboy tried to la*s Suey He said, you're raid and made of clay of virgin portrait I let him wake me but decided not to stay Diving 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 Marco running faster than the horses Then I'd 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 A long time Wasn't it you Who held off a surrender to one spoiled man 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 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 A long time such a long long time a long time a long time