There's a bluebird in my heart One that's drowning in its own wistful tune For fear of pending tomorrow and lofty full moons (And) never knowing where to start There's a bluebird with a song With little effort how she sings it so well Like a lover with a broken-throated story to tell I've kept her secret for so long Why do you always make me drink alone? When it comes to losing you I'm always on my own Why do you always make me There's a bluebird in my heart Drowning in bourbon and brushstrokes all night When all the ordinary sinners take flight No one will ever see your wings