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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