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 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
And 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 Malibu
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites, I swear
Got 'em all sitting right there
In that old blue chair