Bluebird
Stephen Stills
Listen to my bluebird laugh
She can't tell you why
Deep within in her heart, you see
She knows only crying
Oh just lie
There she sits, a lofty perch
Strangest color blue
Flying is forgotten, now
Thinks only of you, just you, awh yeah
So get all those blues
Must be a thousand yous
And you just differently used, you just know
You sit there mesmerized, by the depth of her eyes
If you could categorize, 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
Sadness is her own
Give herself a bath of tears
And go home, and go home