Mevin Keier

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

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

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