Robert

Now its getting late oh Your shoulders are moving, oh And tell me where you're going, oh Tell me where you're going, oh Step foot out of this lonely house You don't have to turn around, no But tell me where you're going, oh Tell me where you're going, oh Oh Robert keep your hands dry Robert keep your hands out of sight Now its getting late, oh I can see straight through your skin To your bones And I know where you're going, oh I know where you're going, oh Oh Robert keep your hands dry Robert keep your hands out of sight Robert keep your hands dry Robert keep your hands out of sight