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.