Drivin' in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long timeDrivin' with my friends
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long timeSo 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 stayDrivin' in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long timeDrivin' with my friends
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
It's been a long timeNext 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 meDrivin' in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long timeDrivin' with my friends
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long timeWasn'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 kneesDrivin' in my Saab
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long timeDrivin' with my friends
On my way to Ireland
It's been a long time
A long timeA such a long, long time
A long time, a long time