Still barely 18, a real life daydreamSoaring like a thing from heavenBreaking in your freedom wingsmanWildflowers, Tom PettyFirst time, the levyBroke your little heart like glassNothing matters when they look like thatSame chords over and overSame sad song, still no closureSame bridge that he burned down real damn fastIs he why you're here?Blue, is he the why you sing the way you do?Is he your stormy sky or midnight hues?Is it true?Is he why you hate to fly?Is he why you love to hurt?Is he why you're a bluebird?He left you strandedWeren't built for a crash landingBut you've been laying there foreverYou blame it on a change of weatherYou ran from getting high to getting byIs he why you're blue?Blue, is he the why you sing the way you do?Is he your stormy sky or midnight hues?Is it true?Is he why you hate to fly?Is he why you love to hurt?Is he why you're a bluebird?Is he why you're a bluebird?Why you don't sleep, you don't eatHe's the lead in your feetTook all that you used to beNow love, is this all you see?See why you're blueIs he the wise one the way you do?Is he your stormy sky, your midnight news?Is it true?Is he why you hate to fly?Is he why you love to hurt?Is he the reason why I know every single word?Is he why you're bluebird?Is he why you're bluebird?