How many songs must the lonely songbird sing
Before some hawk comes by and sweeps it out the sky
Maybe it waited too long or maybe sung the wrong songs
Well there\'s so many songs and only so much time
How many nights am I gonna have trouble sleeping
Thinking of you like all those nights ago
How unexpectedly that old feeling comes creeping
Back into my heart like a broken arrow
How hard must the mockingbird strain its weary voice
It can sound like so many things but cannot sing
It has no real songs; all it has is noise
And noise is such a dispensable thing
Another Christmas is coming around and I won\'t be in town
There\'ll be no rest here for the end of the year
And there\'s not much to do to keep from feeling blue
But I wouldn\'t be home anyway of I didn\'t come home to you
I must admit that I probably should be well moved-on
The time we had together wasn\'t all that much anyway
But I can\'t help but drift when I hear certain songs
The songbird and the mockingbird have all I\'ve got to say