Listen to my bluebird laugh.
She can't tell you why.
Deep within her heart, you see,
She knows only crying.
Just crying.
There she sits, a lofty 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 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.