Feeling my blues

I tear myself away

He will never have to hear

What I had to say

My little words

Are lost in the wind

With no where to go

And I am just like them


There's a voice in the alley

In the cold bare arms of a tree

When the moon sails high, a ghost ship

In a dark and lonely sea

Mockingbird, your song burns right through me


Like that little mockingbird

High up in the pine

All I do is worry, all I do is cry

We're lost in the shadows of a beautiful spring

Empty-handed lovers, all we do is sing