Bluebird on a telephone line. How are you? I'm feeling fine. Sweetly do I whisper your name. Lonely solo taxi ride to a
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cheap motel on the wrong side of the tracks. The facts are tricky to explain. Cold front bearing down, blowing in from
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Birmingham. By dawn the window's wet with icy rain. Behind fourteen doors, a sad parade of paramours are throwing little
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white rocks at sorrow's window pane. Me, I've found someone to love more than the rain. Salvation Army ringing bell,
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kingdom come and wishing wells. Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes. It's the devil and the deep blue sea, with old
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friends I hope I never see again all tangled up with misery and lies. The lonely hiss of passing cars feeds the ache of
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ancient scars, like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains. No good luck charm or remedy ever proved to soothe my sanity
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nor bad medicine served to ease my pain. Had to find someone to love more than the rain. Now, old habits will die hard.
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This pile of junk setting in my yard... souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams. You spend a lifetime tearing temples
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down, it gets to feel like hallowed ground is a shallow grave where ne'er the bluebird sings. Last time home when I played
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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
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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...
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finally found someone to love more than the rain. Bluebird I love you more than the rain.
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Bluebird
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| Jim White |
