Ghost Bird

Shuffling through the morning*

Bare-feet down the hall

I mustÊ¼ve left the windows open

Cuz dear you donÊ¼t belong here... at all

You were bluer than the bluebirds

I was hardly awake

And you looked up from your perch on my chair back

I thought "IsnÊ¼t this so strange?

So strange..."

You sang baby weÊ¼re all running from the same things

You sang baby weÊ¼re all running from the same things

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness

And you stayed until the day sighed

Itself back to sleep

And I remember it exactly

You were all feathers and a heartbeat

Feathers and a heartbeat

You sang baby weÊ¼re all running from the same things

You sang baby weÊ¼re all running from the same things

Broken hearts, broken homes, the past, and the loneliness

Broken hearts, broken homes, the past and the lonely, loneliness

Now I leave every door open

Every window every shade

In the hopes that little ghost bird

Maybe he will come back... someday

He sang baby weÊ¼re all running from the same things

He sang baby weÊ¼re all running from the same things

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness.