Mehitabel's Blues

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

I know why you singing, all the day and every night

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 and all we do is sing