Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby
Of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know our song is over and heavy
As I see dry leaves fallin down, o-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 sign of dawn of thunder
I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the boys and gears of sunset
We'll hear that high and lonesome sound, o-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 soak your feathers baby
Upon the ghosts along my trail
And I know well I was sole and buried
Before I knew it was for sale, o-oh
With all this fever in my mind
I could 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