bonnie raitt
bluebird
Listen to my bluebird laugh She can't tell you why Deep within in her heart, you see She knows only crying Oh just lie  There she sits, a lofty perch Strangest color blue Flying is forgotten, now Thinks only of you...just you...awh yeah  So get all those blues Must be a thousand yous And you just differently used, you just know You sit there mesmerized, by the depth of her eyes If you could categorize, she 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 Give herself a bath of tears And go home, and go home