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Bluebird on a telephone line |
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How are you? |
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I'm feeling fine |
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Sweetly do I whisper your name |
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Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel on the wrong side of the tracks |
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The facts are tricky to explain |
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Cold front bearing down, blowing in from Birmingham |
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By dawn the window's wet with icy rain |
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Behind fourteen doors, a sad parade of paramours |
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Are throwing little white rocks at sorrow's window pane |
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Me, I've found someone to love more than the rain |
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Salvation Army ringing bell |
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Kingdom come and wishing wells |
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Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes |
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It's the devil and the deep blue sea, with old |
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Friends I hope I never see again all tangled up with misery and lies |
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The lonely hiss of passing cars feeds the ache of |
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Ancient scars, like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains |
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No good luck charm or remedy ever proved to soothe my sanity |
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Nor bad medicine served to ease my pain |
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Had to find someone to love more than the rain |
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Now, old habits will die hard |
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This pile of junk setting in my yard |
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Souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams |
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You spend a lifetime tearing temples |
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Down, it gets to feel like hallowed ground |
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Is a shallow grave where ne'er the bluebird sings |
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Last time home when I played this song |
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You said "Dad, it's sad, and way too long." |
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And I pulled you close and held you in my arms |
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Yes, salvation wears a thin disguise |
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'Cause I can see the heaven in your eyes |
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And I thank God them years I searched were not in vain |
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Finally found someone to love more than the rain |
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Bluebird I love you more than the rain |
