There's a blue rocking chair

Sittin in the sand

Weathered by the storms and well old hands

He 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 goin, 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 goin,where it's gone

I've seen the world through a bus windeshield, 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 malibu and I woke up

to a hundred mesquito 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 old hands