Shuffling through the morning
Bare-feet down the hall
I must've left the windows open

Cuz 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 my 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

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.