Senor (Bob Dylan)


Senor, senor, 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, senor

Senor, senor, can you tell me 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, senor

There's a wicked wind still blowin on the upper deck
There's an iron cross still hangin down from around her neck
There's a marchin band still playin in the vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms and said, "Forget me not"

Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon
I can smell the tail of the dragon
I can't stand the suspense anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, senor

Last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Trainload of freaks broke down in a magnetic field
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, "This ain't a dream no more, boy, it's the real thing"

Senor, senor, 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, senor