Lonely, I know you're lonely
Looking for that blue bird you buried all those years ago
You know the one full of spirit, happiness, life
Free to fly wherever it wants
But for some reason, that blue bird doesn't want to be found, does it?
Almost like it's afraid of you
Afraid you're gonna find all of its flaws, clip its wings
And bury it back in a cage where it can't fly
So you look, and you look, and you look, and you can't find anything
What if it's not a blue bird?
What if it looks like you?
What if it is you?
Well anyway
I hope you find what you're looking for
