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