Listen to my bluebird sing She can't tell you why Deep within her heart, you see She knows I must cry Yeah, cry
There she sits aloft that perch Strangest color blue Flying is forgotten now She just thinks of you Yeah, you
So, dig all those blues Must be a thousand hues And each is differently used You just know You sit there mes-er-merized By the depth of her eyes Can't be categorized She got soul, she got soul She got soul, she got soul
Do you think she loves you? Do you think at all?
Soon she's going to fly away Worries of her own Find herself another day And go home Go home
