Seíƒ±or (Tales Of Yankee Power)

Seíƒ±or, seíƒ±or

Can you tell me where we're headin'?

Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

Seems like I been down this way before

Is there any truth in that, seíƒ±or?

Seíƒ±or, seíƒ±or

Do you know where she's hidin'?

How long are we gonna be ridin'?

And how long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?

Will there be any comfort there, seíƒ±or?

There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck

And there's an iron cross still hangin' from around her neck

There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot

Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not"

Seíƒ±or, seíƒ±or

I can see that painted wagon

Smell the tail of the dragon

I can't stand the suspense here anymore

Can you tell me who to contact here, seíƒ±or?

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled

Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field

And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashin' ring

Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing"

Seíƒ±or, seíƒ±or

You know their hearts are hard as leather

Give me a minute, let me get it together

I gotta pick myself up off the floor

I'm ready when you are, seíƒ±or

Seíƒ±or, seíƒ±or

Let's overturn these tables

And disconnect these cables

This place don't make sense to me no more

Can you tell me what we're waitin' for, seíƒ±or?