Richard Shindell - Señor lyrics

Señor, señor
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, señor?

Señor, señor, 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, señor?

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"
Señor, señor, 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, señor?

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"

Señor, señor
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, señor

Señor, señor, 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
Señor?