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 SEE YOU 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 WHO 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 B@THAT CHAIR WAS MY BED ONE NEW YEAR´S NIGHT WHEN I PASSED