Walking on his highways
We leave the land
And float inside the dark, black water
Robin flies again
She flew low over the highways
And I saw the wind
Blowing back her barbie doll hair
Robin flies again
And in a kitchen in Kentucky
She thinks she's Peter Pan
And in the bottom of a concrete basement
Robin flies again
We leave the land
And float inside the dark, black water
Robin flies again
She flew low over the highways
And I saw the wind
Blowing back her barbie doll hair
Robin flies again
And in a kitchen in Kentucky
She thinks she's Peter Pan
And in the bottom of a concrete basement
Robin flies again