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
 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
 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
 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 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
 A long time
 Driving with my friends, yes
 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