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

and why can't that always be

tossing aside from your birches crown

just enough dark to see

how you're the light over me

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

and why can't that always be

tossing aside from your birches crown

just enough dark to see

how you're the light over me