A bluebird flies out to sea
And takes anything he sees
And though we all try to feel
No one's seen his wings
When we all kneel down
He sees us all and his friends
And we do this everyday
But everyday he sees less and less
And don't try to jump
As we can't pick you up
And if we make ships that can sail
All of us may will see him smile
Can you get off my hand
To my tree house in the sky
And don't try to jump
As we can't pick you up