Bluebird - Stephen Stills

Stills

Listen to my bluebird laugh, she can’t tell you why

Deep within her heart, you see, she knows only crying, just crying, yeah

There she sits, a lofty perch, strangest colour blue

Flying is forgotten now, thinks only of you, just you, oh yeah

So, get all those blues, must be a thousand hues

Be just differently used, you just know

You sit there mesmerized by the depth of those eyes

That you can’t categorize, she’s got soul, she’s got soul, she’s got soul,

she’s got soul

Give herself a bath of of tears and go home, and go home