| Oh, well I know you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground And I know our song is all but healthy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebirds fly? And as the early sigh of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky Oh, where do my bluebirds fly? I say where do my bluebirds fly? Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail And I know well I was sold and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes Oh, you're just a target in the sky I say where do my bluebirds fly? I say where do my bluebirds fly? |
