Toward the end of a hard day's work, sometimes I get to feeling low. br I don't own much besides my shirt and my loving life is touch and go. br I sing the blues because I see that nothing's right and plenty's wrong. br Then I hear this bird up close mocking my sad complaining song: br O Mocking Bird Against the Sun singing what's been sung before, br Repeating things and nothing more, I Am You and We Are One. br O Mocking Bird Against the Sun doing what has been designed: br Being born to fill our time with nothing more than what's been done. br Once, when luck was good to me, men said I was very wise. br And when the ladies looked at me, I saw promise in their eyes. br I walked like I was kin to gods. And separated from the herd br I made up my own applause. then I hear this mocking bird: br chorus- - - br I've seen this bird most everywhere: in a mess of telephone wires; br On top of castles in the air; on top of chimneys without fires. br It must have been there at my birth and sang my songs when I was young br And, with me, it'll leave this earth, and another bird will do what's done.