[Verse 1]
On bored summer days I look up into the sky
Wonder if birds appreciate the fact that they can fly
Or do they look down upon our version of mobility?
Are they envious of our bipedal abilities?
[Verse 2]
I look into the lives of the migrating birds
Wishing that I could communicate to them with words
Have them tell me stories of their twice yearly flight
Of what wonders they witness while the north is turning white
[Chorus]
I wonder if I had a chat with an old Mockingbird
Would she want to teach me all the songs that she had heard
Songs about the wind, songs about her nest
Songs formed from the heart, soaring higher than the rest
[Verse 3]
Consider the colored coats of birds deep in the words
Far surpa**ing the beauty of our manufactured goods
Sometimes I am jealous of their lofty homes and trees
Free to look upon the world and enjoy the summer breeze
[Verse 4]
I envy eagles soaring through the cool evening air
They seem relaxed, riding calming currents way up there
Only worried about eating fish out of the lake
No other cares are on their minds, nothing else at stake
[Chorus]
I wonder if I had a chat with an old Mockingbird
Would she want to teach me all the songs that she had heard
Songs about the wind, songs about her nest
Songs formed from the heart, soaring higher than the rest
[Outro]
Songs about the wind, songs about her nest
Songs formed from the heart, soaring higher than the rest (x3)