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 ♪ 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 ♪ There's a blue rocking chair Sitting in the sand Weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands