Where Do My Bluebirds Fly

Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby

Of all the leaves up in the ground

And I know our song is old but heavy

As I see dry leaves falling down, oh

With all this fever in my mind

I could drown in your kerosene eyes

Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky

Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder

I see you stir the fog around

And when you find the voice and gears of sunset

We'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh

And I will question every wind

If they gone through the glow of your eyes

Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky

Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

I said, where do my bluebirds fly?

Oh, well, I know you stroke your feathers, baby

Upon the ghosts along my trail

And I know your lie was sold and buried

Before I knew it was for sale, oh

With all this fever in my mind

I could aim for your kerosene eyes

Oh, you're just a target in the sky

I said, where do my bluebirds fly?

I said, where do my bluebirds fly?