Mehitabel's Blues

Feelin' 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 nowhere to go

And I am just like them

There's a voice on the alley

In the cold bare arms of a tree

When the moon sails high, a ghost ship

On a dark and lonely sea

Mockingbird

Your song burns right through me

I know why you sing and crow

All the day and the night

Like that little mockingbird

High up on 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

And all we do is sing