Old Blue Chair

There's a blue rocking chair sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands
It sways back and forth with the help of the winds
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
I 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 Cruzan and diet
And 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
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands