Mockingbirds

Your voice is a mockingbird

Calling me when the day is gone

You please yourself with every word

Telling me where I'm going wrong

Telling me where I've gone wrong

Get me out, it's starting to burn

I can't let go for the life of me

Some hold tight and some turn

Another fire out in front of me

My whole life out in front of me

You can't kill what's already dead

But I don't blame you for trying it

The sun comes up and falls away

Two little birds making sense of it

Two mockingbirds making sense of it

Oh-oh