Shuffling through the morning*
Bare-feet down the hall
I mustʼve left the windows open
Cuz dear you donʼt 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 "Isnʼt this so strange?
So strange..."
You sang baby weʼre all running from the same things
You sang baby weʼre 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 weʼre all running from the same things
You sang baby weʼre 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 weʼre all running from the same things
He sang baby weʼre 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.

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