She's almost seventeen
She breathes in gasoline
And when she falls asleep
She's got these crazy dreams
Pirates take young girls away
(To an island)
And burn down everything
She likes blue macaws
'Cause they know to talk
And she sees islands in the street
Between the cars which are like
Waves on the beach
She's sick of gasoline
(Rising off the concrete)
She's sick of waiting
(For the light to change)
For Barbarossa (to come home through the sun)
Barbarossa (he's coming home alone)
Barbarossa
She gets into his pickup truck
He takes her to Africa
He drops her off in a parking lot
And she dreams of pearls and coconuts
She's sick of gasoline
(Rising off the concrete)
She's sick of waiting
(For the light to change)
For Barbarossa (to come home through the sun)
Barbarossa (he's coming home alone)
Barbarossa