Stills Listen to my bluebird laugh, she can't tell you why Deep within her heart, you see, she knows only crying, just crying, yeah. There she sits, a lofty perch, strangest colour blue Flying is forgotten now, thinks only of you, just you, oh yeah. So, get all those blues, must be a thousand hues Be just differently used, you just know You sit there mesmerized by the depth of those eyes That you can't categorize, she's got soul, she's got soul, she's got soul, she's got soul. Give herself a bath of of tears and go home, and go home.