He's not the type of person who works everyday
He's more the kind of soul who likes to run away
When things get bad you know that he's there, somewhere in the air
It's so easy for him to see the green light and break free
Flying high from south to east, he's looking for a friend
Close to the sea or deep in the woods, he's asking for a breath
Until the time the Blue bird has nothing new to see
He travels the world for you and me
The blue bird has gone to find a way
The blue bird has nothing else to say
When he's back his eyes are speaking, too many different things
They've seen the world as it is
From now on, he can live in peace
Leaving his wings for somebody else who needs them more