old blue chair

there's a blue rocking chair

sitting in the sand

weathered by the storms and well oiled hands

it sways back and forth with the help of the winds

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 going

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

i 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 going

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 cruzan and diet

and woke up to a hundred mosquito bites

i swear got 'em all sitting right there

in that old blue chair

there's a blue rocking chair

sittin' in the sand

weathered by the storms and well oiled hands