shuffling through the morning bare feet down the hall i must ve left the windows open cause dear you don t belong here at all you were bluer than the bluebirds i was hardly awake and you looked up from your perch on my chair back i thought isn t this so strange so strange and you sang baby we re all running from the same things you sang baby we re all running from the same things broken hearts broken homes the tired and the loneliness broken hearts broken homes the tired and the lonely loneliness and you stayed until the day sighed itself back to sleep and i remember it exactly you were all feathers and a heartbeat feathers and a heartbeat and you sang baby we re all running from the same things you sang baby we re all running from the same things broken hearts broken homes the tired and the loneliness broken hearts broken homes the tired and the lonely loneliness now i leave every door open every window every shade in the hopes that little ghost bird maybe he will come back someday he sang baby we re all running from the same things he sang baby we re all running from the same things broken hearts broken homes the tired and the loneliness broken hearts broken homes the tired and the lonely loneliness