Cadillac Ranch from (untitled) by Druid Ruin

Windmills standing like a guard
Waiting to cut me down
A-waiting to cut me down
Spinning round like angry gods
Waiting to cut me down
A-waiting to cut me down
But this, this was no accident
At least, that's what I tell myself
It must've been made for me
If only symbolically

The loving whip of the ghost of America
Pressing me ever on
Pressing me ever on
The sting of frost, the blood pumping in my hear
Pressing me ever on
Pressing me ever on
This, this is no accident
At least, that's what I tell myself
It must've been made for me
If only symbolically

Cause Cadillac Ranch has been here and gone
And ev'rywhere don't seem very far
So where do you want to go?
Do you want to be part of the show?

The deep'ning haze, the specter ethereal
Calling me like a song
Calling me like a song
The Mountain sways, shrouded in ice and fog
Calling me like a song
Calling me like a song
This, this is no accident
That's, that's what I tell myself
It must've been made for me
If only symbolically

Cause Cadillac Ranch has been here and gone
And everywhere don't seem very far
So where do you want to go?
Do you want to be part of the show?

• Cadillac Ranch
• Folk
• alt-country
• crooner
• folk rock
• pop
• Minneapolis