There's A Bluebird In My Heart

There’s a bluebird in my heart
One that’s drowning in its own wistful tune
For fear of pending tomorrow and lofty full moons
(And) never knowing where to start
There’s a bluebird with a song
With little effort how she sings it so well
Like a lover with a broken-throated story to tell
I’ve kept her secret for so long
Why do you always make me drink alone?
When it comes to losing you I’m always on my own
Why do you always make me
There’s a bluebird in my heart
Drowning in bourbon and brushstrokes all night
When all the ordinary sinners take flight
No one will ever see your wings