Jim White
Bluebird

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



Mirror lyrics:


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


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