Ghost Bird

Shuffling through the morning
Bare feet down the hall
I must've left the windows open
'Cause, dear, you don't belong here at all

You were bluer than the bluebirds
I was hardly awake
And you looked up from your perch on my chair back
I thought "Isn't this so strange? So strange..."

And you sang, "baby, we're all running from the same things"
You sang, "baby we're all running from the same things"
Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness
Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness

And you stayed until the day sighed itself back to sleep
And I remember it exactly
You were all feathers and a heartbeat
Feathers and a heartbeat

And you sang, "baby, we're all running from the same things"
You sang, "baby we're all running from the same things"
Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness
Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness

Now I leave every door open
Every window, every shade
In the hopes that little ghost bird
Maybe he will come back someday

He sang, "baby we're all running from the same things"
He sang, "baby we're all running from the same things"
Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness
Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness