I don't like crowded rooms ... I need more space than I consume ... Enough is time alone with you, Underneath a naked moon ... Sharing confidential moods And making chatter.
Mockingbird nocturnal sings Notations of eternal things ... Entering the quantum breeze, Flying not for want of wings ... He lights his gaze on you and me, Simply, because we, matter.
And as this world goes by, taking time into the blue Watch the way I spread these wings and cover you.
Magic, swirling, tidal schemes ... avalanche of lifelong dreams ... All fall down into a sea, like words that lie between the teeth ... Of beggars who would have us seen kneeling at their altars.
Standing fast, we hold our own, snarling, like dogs with bones ... Up against the world alone, we act as if it's just a joke ... Never really knowing who might falter.
And as this world goes by, taking time into the blue Watch the way I spread these wings and cover you.
Sound off the final gun - mark the third millennium ... Ooh, yeah, I want to run, hide, escape, or overcome ... It's Johnny's revolution ... twenty-five years ... after.
Say good-bye to the politicians' governmental institutions ... They cried tears to take us in; play the game no one wins ... Now let them listen ... to the sound ... of laughter.
And as this world goes by, taking time into the blue Watch the way I spread these wings and cover you.
Spoken: "Yeah, there's this club in Nashville, called the Bluebird Cafe: They got this saying ... it goes -- 'shhhhh!: If you didn't come here to listen, then go someplace else.' -- I think it's cool."