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 color blue.
Flying is forgotten how,
She thinks only of you, just you, awwe
So get all those blues, must be a thousand hues,
And each is differently used, you just know.
You sit there mesmorized, by the debth of her eyes,
If you could could catagorize, she's 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.
Fill herself a bath of tears,
And go home, and go home.