Ireland

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 your red And made of clay A virgin portrait I let him wake me But decided not to stay 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 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