There`s a blue rockin` chair.
sittin` in the sand.
Weathered by the storms.
and well oiled hands.
It sways back and forth.
with the help of the winds.
Seems to always be there.
like an ol` trusted friend.

I`ve read a lot of books. wrote a few songs.
Looked at my life. where it`s goin`. where it`s gone.
I`ve seen the world. through a bus windshield.
But nothing compares.
to the way that I see it.
to the way that I see it.
to the way that I see it.
when I sit in that Old Blue Chair.

From that chair I`ve caught
a few fish and some rays.
and I`ve watched boats sail.
in and out of Cinnamon Bay.
I let go of a lover.
that took a piece of my heart.
Prayed many times for forgiveness.
and a brand new start.

I`ve read a lot of books. wrote a few songs.
Looked at my life. where it`s goin`. where it`s gone.
I`ve seen the world. through a bus windshield.
But nothing compares.
to the way that I see it.
to the way that I see it.
to the way that I see it.
when I sit in that Old Blue Chair.

That chair was my bed one New Year`s night.
when I passed out from too much Malibu and diet.
and I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites. I swear.
Got `em all sittin` right there. in the Old Blue Chair.

There`s a blue rockin` chair.
sittin` in the sand.
Weathered by the storms.
and well oiled hands.