Ghost Bird

Shuffling through the morning
 Bare-feet down the hall
 I must've left the windows open
 'Cause dear you don't belong here at all
 You were bluer than the bluebirds
 I was hardly awake
 And you looked up from your perch on the chair back
 I thought, "Isn't this so strange?
 So strange"
 You sang, "baby we're all running from the same things"
 You sang, "baby we're 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 we're all running from the same things"
 You sang, "baby we're 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
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 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 we're all running from the same things"
 He sang, "baby we're 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