Bluebird

There's a bluebird in my mind, sitting still, still alive There's a bluebird in my mind, not dead, cast aside There's a bluebird in my head I like to kiss it gently at night when no one can see me There's a bluebird in my head But it never becomes me When I was young my father said "Don't cry, be a man" When I was young my father said Nothing at all, we don't talk about these things But when he saw his daughter cry He wiped the tears from her eyes Father, mother, daughter, mother, daughter, father What kind of man am I? There's a bluebird in my soul He keeps me from growing far too old for my age There's a bluebird in my soul Flickering under the black coals Oh, oh - oh, oh There's a book on my nightstand Full of poetry that I read to my bird He likes to listen to the gentle words But he's never heard (never, never, never, never heard) There's a bluebird in the sky Taking me to new heights There's a bluebird falling down He lays beside me in the ground Oh, father daughter father daughter mother I hope you read this letter Oh, father daughter mother father I hope you understand There's a bluebird in my chest I was too weak for his song I could never be a man So I couldn't be (at all)