Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know our song is all but healthy as 
I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh
With all this fever in my mind, 
I could drown in your kerosene eyes oh
You're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebird fly?
And as the early sign of dawn and thunder 
I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes oh
You're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?
Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know our lie was sold and buried before 
I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind 
I could aim for your kerosene eyes oh
You're just a target in the sky
I say where do my bluebirds fly?
I say where do my bluebirds fly?