Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power)

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?