Out in the woods on a Sunday afternoon
The Leaves were green it was the 1st of June
And the Breeze was nice, as it blew gently
And Then I saw something – it was gray
It was moving fast and heading this way
I couldn’t tell what it was – but it was coming for me
It was a wild (echo) robot (echo)
I held my ground as I stared it in the eyes
It charged at me as my pulse began to rise
I spoke softly and it stopped right in front of me
I reached out my hand and said, “How do you do?”
It tilted it’s head said “noo noo noo noo noo”
And I knew we were meant to be
Chorus
Bridge
It spoke binary, it worked at the refinery
Too long in the woods got his cables full of vinery
It’s sheet metal tattery, starving for some batteries
The hinges are so rusty it’s been raining since last Saturday
Chorus
Three years later – we’ve come so far
It’s so domesticated – Its learning guitar
They’re writing up the story – it’s going to be a star
