Richard Shindell - Senor ( Tales of Yankee Power ) Lyrics
Seņor, seņor, do you know where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, seņor?
Seņor, seņor, do you know where she's hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, seņor?
There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
There's a marchin' band still playin' on that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not"
Seņor, seņor, I can see that painted wagon
I can smell the tail of the dragon
Can't stand the suspense anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, seņor?
Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was the trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
And a gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"
Seņor, seņor, you know their heart's as hard as leather
Give me a minute, let me get it together
Just gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, seņor
Seņor, seņor, let's disconnect these cables
Overturn these tables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, seņor?
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