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