Ireland کے بول

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 So when I was out in the desert And a cowboy tried to lasso me He said: "Your 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 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 Wasnit 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 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 A long time Such a long, long time It's been a long time A long time