There's a blue rocking chair, sittin' in the sand   Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands   It sways back and forth with the help of the winds   It 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 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 that old blue chair      There's a blue rocking chair, sitting in the sand   Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands