Mockingbird

Deep within a winding path that crawled out to the sea Stepping on a broken branch that landed at your feet And you saw the mockingbird was battered by the wind Blame it on the song he heard it never sang again And what the words you said to make him feel at home Whichever one's came first So cut your way again along the twisted sands With a flower in your hand that floated in the wind Before you made it back you had to catch a final glimpse Of his flight towards the sky that always knew him best And the only thing that's said through the falling leaves Vanished in the wind Drifting through the old canal the broken down parade Placing little flowers in a vase Lifting up the moon to see into outer space And all the underlying geometric shapes They're in your hands So think of that