Oh, well I know you stroke the set-up, baby, of all the leaves up in the ground
And I know your song is all but healthy as I see dry leaves fallin' down, 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 bluebird fly?

And as the early sign of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around
And when you find the voice and gears of sunset we'll hear that high and lonesome sound, 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 bluebird fly?

Oh, well I know you stroke 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, oh
With all this fever in my mind I should aim for your kerosene eyes
Oh, you're just a target in the sky
Oh, where do my bluebird fly?