Lyric

I found you in the margin

Beside my grocery list

A little blue winged secret

Folded in the mist

You kept your tiny distance

Like you knew my name

I drew a door in pencil

You stepped through it the same

And the room got quiet

In that book-lined way

Your shadow touched my finger

Then it slipped away

Bluebird in the margin

Stay a little near

Bluebird in the margin

I can read you here

One soft line of wonder

One bright feathered sign

Bluebird in the margin

Be my in-between time

By the fern inside the window

You combed the morning air

Your note was all in color

I kept it sitting there

The kettle spoke in circles

The floorboards sighed and spun

I learned your little language

Without asking anyone

Then the day turned velvet

And the lamps leaned low

You rose from the pencil marks

Like a thought I’d known

Bluebird in the margin

Stay a little near

Bluebird in the margin

I can read you here

One soft line of wonder

One bright feathered sign

Bluebird in the margin

Be my in-between time

If the world goes formal

And the tables set in rows

I’ll leave a place beside me

Where your small bright secret goes

Let the clarinet remember

Let the celesta ring

Some hearts are written lightly

And still they learn to sing

Bluebird in the margin

Stay a little near

Bluebird in the margin

I can read you here

One soft line of wonder

One bright feathered sign

Bluebird in the margin

Be my in-between time

Bluebird in the margin

Blue and unafraid

Rest your bright suggestion

Where my name is made