Ghost Bird (Shires Amanda)

Shuffling through the morning Bare-feet down the hall I must've left the windows open Cuz dear you don't belong here... at all You were bluer than the bluebirds I was hardly awake And you looked up from your perch on my chair back I thought "Isn't this so strange? So strange..." You sang baby we're all running from the same things You sang baby we're all running from the same things Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness And you stayed until the day sighed Itself back to sleep And I remember it exactly You were all feathers and a heartbeat Feathers and a heartbeat You sang baby we're all running from the same things You sang baby we're all running from the same things Broken hearts, broken homes, the past, and the loneliness Broken hearts, broken homes, the past and the lonely, loneliness Now I leave every door open Every window every shade In the hopes that little ghost bird Maybe he will come back... someday He sang baby we're all running from the same things He sang baby we're all running from the same things Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired, and the loneliness Broken hearts, broken homes, the tired and the lonely, loneliness.