There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I‘m too tough for him…
I say,
stay in there,
I‘m not going to let anybody see you.
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out…
But I pour whiskey on him…
And inhalate cigarette smoke…
And the whores,
and the bartenders,
and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there…
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I‘m too tough for him…
I say:
Stay down.
You wanna mess me up?
You wanna screw up the works?
You want to blow my book sales in europe?
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out,
but I‘m too clever,
I only let him out at night sometimes,
when everybody’s asleep.
I say:
I know you‘re there,
so don‘t be sad…
Then I put him back.
But he’s singing a little in there.
I haven‘t quiet let him die.
And we sleep together like that…
with our secret pact.
And it’s nice enough to make a man weep…
But I don‘t weep.
Do you?
