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 in the green sea)
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