There's a blue rockin' chair
Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
It 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 nothin' 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 the 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
And 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 windshield
But nothin' 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 diet
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito 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-oiled hands
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