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, «You're red and made of clay,
a virgin portrait»
I let him wake me but decided not to stay
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
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
Drivin' in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long time
Drivin' 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 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
Drivin' in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long time
Drivin' with my friends
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long time
A such a long, long time
A long time, a long time