Old Blue Chair

　　There's a blue rocking 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 going, where it's gone

　　I've seen the world through a bus windshield

　　But nothing 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 that 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 going, where it's gone

　　I've seen the world through a bus windshield

　　But nothing 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 I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites, I swear

　　Got 'em all sitting right there

　　In that old blue chair

　　There's a blue rocking chair

　　Sittin' in the sand

　　Weathered by the storms

　　And well oiled hands.

　　And well oiled hands.