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