(Bluebird,)
This life in the Midwest is killing me (and) My wayward life is all I really need. Unfortunately, I never took you to seriously. So, I wrote this letter to say that I am leaving, and that I'm sorry for everything that I had done. I would be calling if you would be answering.

So, come out and we can try to talk this out
Light a cigarette as the rain comes down
We'll talk about my simple melodies
and all of my bad timing
To avoid to fact we're still dreaming.

I spent the last minutes of this wasted year. Just waiting and wishing that you could be here. I built this bridge as you fell down on your knees. I been waiting too long, and darling I'm in too deep.

So, come out and we can try to talk this out
Light a cigarette as the rain comes down
We'll talk about my simple melodies
and all of my bad timing
To avoid to fact we're still dreaming.

As I began to fall asleep you said, "That the scents the same in Illinois as it is in Indiana when it rains." So, please don't cry when I am away. Because you know I'll be back for you always. Just don't runaway or shy away, before I get back.

It's not like I care about it
As if you ever cared about it

So, come out and we can try to talk this out
Light a cigarette as the rain comes down
We'll talk about my simple melodies
and all of my bad timing
To avoid to fact we're still dreaming.

This life in the Midwest is killing me, because you said it smells the same. My wayward life is all that I'll ever need, but you said it smells the same.