I'm just a dreamer but I'm hanging on
Though I am nothing big to offer
I watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
It's like nothing in this world's ever still
And I'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me
But sun is setting, shadows growing
A long cast figure will turn into night
It's like nothing in this world ever sleeps
Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
Tossing aside from your birches crown
And by your side, girl, where the acres grow
Into the strong and stunning meadow
A cowboy stumbling in the finest field
And nothing good out there won't be old
Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
Tossing aside from your birches crown
Sometimes the blues is just a passing bird