There's a blue rocking chair
sittin in the sand
weathered by the storms
and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth
with the help of the winds
it seems to always be there
like an old trusty friend
I've read a lot of books
wrote a few songs
looked at my life
where it's goin', where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
but nothing compares to the way that I see it
to the way that I see it
to the way that I see it when i sit
in that ol' blue chair
From that chair I've caught
a few fish and some rays
and I've watched boats sail
in and out of cinnamon bay
I've let go of a lover
who took a piece of my heart
and prayed many times for forgiveness
and a brand-new start
I've read a lot of books
wrote a few songs
looked at my life
where it's goin', where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
but nothing compares to the way that I see it
to the way that I see it
to the way that I see it when i sit
(NC) E
That chair was my bed one new years night
when i passed out from too much Malibu and died
and I woke to a hundred mosquito bites
I swear
got 'em all sittin' right there
(NC) E A
There's a blue rockin' chair
sittin in the sand
weathered by the storms and
well oiled hands