Bluebird

And up on the sidewalk trying to get in 
where the troubadour goes to whisper in 
Saying "Show me what you got"
You take  a breath while the pin drops
These are the songs we sing, these are the  truths we tell 
These are the words and the rhymes ,the lives and the lines 
Make sense so the way they've felt 
The heaven and the heart break
It's all ending in one page 
Where you find that missing part of yourself 
You thought you lost
Right here in the songs we sing