There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.
Then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there...
"To a certain extent, everybody is an artist, everybody’s got their stories, everybody’s a living, breathing piece of art. Everybody’s got great stories…
everybody."
