There's a blue rockin' 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 nothin' 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 the 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
And 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 nothin' 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 Cruzan 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 rockin' chair
Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands...
Moderator Notes: The lyrics version with the line that ends
with ''much Malibu and diet'' in the third verse which
replaces ''much Cruzan and diet'' is from the song version
titled: ''Old Blue Chair'' found on the same CD.
