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