Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up baby,

of all the leaves up in the ground

And I know our song is old but heavy

as I see dry leaves fallin' down, oh

With all this fever in my mind,

I could drown in your kerosene eyes

Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky

Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

And as the early sigh of dawn will thunder

I see you stir the fog around

And when you find the voice and gears of sunset

we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, oh

And I will question every wind

if they gone through the glow of your eyes

Oh, you're just a riddle in the sky

Oh, where do my bluebirds fly?

I say where do my bluebirds fly?

Oh, well I know you stroke your feathers baby

upon the ghosts along my trail

And I know well I was sold and buried

before I knew it was for sale, oh

With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes

Oh, you're just a target in the sky

I say where do my bluebirds fly?

I say where do my bluebirds fly?