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