Bluebird
Stephen Stills
Listen to my bluebird laugh
She can't tell you why
Deep within her heart, you see
She knows only crying
Just crying
There she sits, aloft at perch
Strangest color blue
Flying is forgotten now
Thinks only of you
Just you
Oh yeah
So, get all those blues
Must be a thousand hues
And be just differently used
You just know
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes
That you can't 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