Ghost Bird
Shuffling through the morning
Bare-feet down the hall
I must've left the windows open
'Cause 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 the 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
Bare-feet down the hall
I must've left the windows open
'Cause 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 the 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
Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Rose Shires
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