Where Do My Bluebird Fly

Oh, well I knew you stroke the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know your song is all but healthy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh
With all this fever in my mind, I could drown in your kerosene eyes, oh
You're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebird fly?

And as the early sign of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh
And I will question every wind if they gone through the glow of your eyes, oh
You're just a riddle in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebird fly?

Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know our life was sold and buried before I knew it was for sale, oh
With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes, oh
You're just a target in the sky
Where do my bluebird fly?