Old Blue Chair

There's a blue rocking chair, sittin' in the sand

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands

It sways back and forth with the help of the winds

It seems to always be there like an old trusted friend

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs

Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone

I've seen the world through a bus windshield

But nothing compares to the way that I see it

To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it

When I sit in that old blue chair

From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays

And I've watched boats sail in and out of Cinnamon Bay

I let go of a lover that took a piece of my heart

Prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs

Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone

I've seen the world through a bus windshield

But nothing compares to the way that I see it

To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it

When I sit in that old blue chair

That chair was my bed one New Year's night

When I passed out from too much Malibu and Diet

And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites, I swear

Got 'em all sittin' right there in that old blue chair

There's a blue rocking chair, sitting in the sand

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands