Jim White Follow

Bluebird on a telephone line
How are you?
I'm feeling fine
Sweetly do I whisper your name
Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel on the wrong side of the tracks
The facts are tricky to explain
Cold front bearing down, blowing in from Birmingham
By dawn the window's wet with icy rain
Behind fourteen doors, a sad parade of paramours
Are throwing little white rocks at sorrow's window pane
Me, I've found someone to love more than the rain

Salvation Army ringing bell
Kingdom come and wishing wells
Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes
It's the devil and the deep blue sea, with old
Friends I hope I never see again all tangled up with misery and lies
The lonely hiss of passing cars feeds the ache of
Ancient scars, like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains
No good luck charm or remedy ever proved to soothe my sanity
Nor bad medicine served to ease my pain
Had to find someone to love more than the rain

Now, old habits will die hard
This pile of junk setting in my yard
Souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams
You spend a lifetime tearing temples
Down, it gets to feel like hallowed ground
Is a shallow grave where ne'er the bluebird sings
Last time home when I played this song
You said "Dad, it's sad, and way too long."
And I pulled you close and held you in my arms
Yes, salvation wears a thin disguise
'Cause I can see the heaven in your eyes
And I thank God them years I searched were not in vain
Finally found someone to love more than the rain
Bluebird I love you more than the rain