Bluebird - Steve Lukather

Listen to my bluebird sing

She can’t tell you why

Deep within her heart, you see

She knows I must cry

Yeah, cry

If she sits, a lofty perch

Strangest color blue

Flying is forgotten now

She just thinks of you

Yeah you

So, get all those blues

Must be a thousand hues

And each is differently used

You just know

You sit there mes-o-merized

By the depth of her eyes

Can’t be categorized

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

Worries of her own

Find herself another day

And go home, go home