there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke
and the !@^%s and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks

never know that
he's
in there.


there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess

me up?
you want to screw up the
works?

you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be

sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like

that
with our
secret pact

and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't

weep, do
you?