ROBERT STREET rjmendera

Its a lonely Life on Robert street, im still livin on my own I keep the lilac sweet and talk to every neighbour that i know On the corner theres a man never stops smoking his cigars until the dayfades awayhangin around. refrain: and then the lights come on on maple trees singing that nightwind vagabond song and then the small birds fly home where they know they will be safe the whole night long and the lights come on way up high on my satellite dish and the sign on the kiosk says we re closed w