There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storm
And well oiled hands
And it sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
It seems to always be there
Like an old trusted friend
I've read a lot of books
Wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's going where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see you
To the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair
From that chair I have caught
A few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go of a lover
That took a piece of my heart
And prayed many times for forgiveness
And a brand new start
I've read a lot of books
Wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's going where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair
That chair was my bed
One new year's night
When I passed out from too much cruising and died
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear
Got them all sitting right there
In that old blue chair
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oil hands
Done Again
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