Old Blue Chair

There's a blue rocking chair sitting 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 old trusted friend
 I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
 Looked at my life where it's going, 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
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 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
 I 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 going, 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 Cruzan and diet
 And woke up to a hundred mosquito bites, I swear
 Got 'em all sitting right there in that old blue chair
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 There's a blue rocking chair
 Sitting in the sand
 Weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands