Mehitabel’s Blues

Lyrics

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 nowhere 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