Sometimes I sit in the Bluebird Tree Seven to the west from the tooth-shape green Peaceful and dark Far from any eyes that see me Sometimes I sleep in the Bluebird Tree And dream the kind of dreams only I can see It really is a sight Nothing in the night can touch me Beneath a rock Inside a sock In a fireplace In outer space On a mountain top In a cardboard box To get away, everybody needs a place If you should ever visit the Bluebird Tree You'll notice every beak pointed outwardly With hope in their hearts The feathers hold the wind and shield me Beneath a rock Inside a sock In a fireplace In outer space On a mountain top In a cardboard box To get away, everybody needs a place When I'm walking home from the Bluebird Tree A greater sense of peace follows over me Firmly in the ground She grows without a sound and waits for me My Bluebird Tree --- .