Listen to my Bluebird laugh. She can tell you why. Deep within her heart you
see. She knows only cryin'. Just cryin. There she sits aloft a perch. Strangest
color blue. Flying is forgotten now. Thinks only of you. Just you. So get all
those blues. Must be a thousand hues. And each is differently used. You just
know. You sit there mesmerized. By the depth of her eyes, and you can
categorize. She got soul. She got soul. She got soul. She got soul. Do U think
she loves you. Do U 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.