Pretty Blue Bird

Pretty blue bird, way up high
Can you see more than I can?
How does it look to one so small?
How does it feel to be away from it all?

You are free, not like me
You can fly, ooh
You can fly

Pretty blue bird, way up high
What’s that song you sing?
How do you sing so loud, for one so small?
Why do you bother to sing at all?

You are free, not like me
You can fly, ooh
You can fly

The days here are long, and the nights are so lonely
The sun doesn’t shine nor, it rains
It doesn’t seem right that you should be so free
I bet you ain’t got troubles like me

Wound up my watch, looked at the time
I just got to go
Won’t get much done by looking at you
Not as if I got a lot to do

You are free, not like me
You can fly, ooh
You can fly

You can fly, ooh
You can fly

You can fly, ooh
You can fly