Ghost Bird - Amanda Shires

Shuffling through the morning

Bare-feet down the hall

I must’ve left the windows open

Cuz dear you don’t belong here… at all

You were bluer than the bluebirds

I was hardly awake

And you looked up from your perch on my chair back

I thought «Isn't this so strange?

So strange…»

You sang baby we’re all running from the same things

You sang baby we’re all running from the same things

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness

And you stayed until the day sighed

Itself back to sleep

And I remember it exactly

You were all feathers and a heartbeat

Feathers and a heartbeat

You sang baby we’re all running from the same things

You sang baby we’re all running from the same things

Broken hearts, broken homes, the past, and the loneliness

Broken hearts, broken homes, the past and the lonely, loneliness

Now I leave every door open

Every window every shade

In the hopes that little ghost bird

Maybe he will come back… someday

He sang baby we’re all running from the same things

He sang baby we’re all running from the same things

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness

Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness.