Oh, well I knew you shook the set-up baby, of all the leaves up in the ground   And I know our song is over and heavy 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 bluebirds fly?      And as the early sign of dawn of thunder I see you stir the fog around   And when you find the boys 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 bluebirds fly?   I say where do my bluebirds fly?      Oh, well I know you soak 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 could aim for your kerosene eyes   Oh, you're just a target in the sky   I say where do my bluebirds fly?   I say where do my bluebirds fly?