Señor, Señor, can you tell me where we're headed, Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I've been down this way before, can you tell me if that's true here, Señor?
Señor, Señor, do you know where she's hiding?
How long are we gonna be riding? How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Can you tell me how to find her, Señor?
There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck
And there's an outcross still hanging from around her neck
There's a marching band still playing in 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 here anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, Señor?
Well, the last thing that I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Is the train with all the fools brought down
And a magnetic ring in my hand



And a gypsy with a broken flag and flashing ring
Said, son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing
Señor, Señor, 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, Señor
Señor, Señor, let's disconnect these cables
And overturn these tables
Oh, Señor, Señor, let's disconnect these cables
This place don't make sense to me no more
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, Señor?