Chris Robinson She's On Her Way
She smokes cigarettes in silhouettes
Lit by a strobe light day
Down the sidewalk she trips
Laughing a fix
In a purple and orange way
Songs of laughter
Songs of light
Are coming your way
Just like the bluebird taking flight
She's on her way
She's on her way
A fingerprint on the wind
Is where we begin
To watch time slip away
To welcome Neptune's skin
And our lighthouse friend
To the field where the lotus play
Songs of laughter
Songs of light
Are coming your way
Just like the bluebird taking flight
She's on her way
She's on her way
