[Verse 1] Front porch swing Late June light Little gray shadow On the wire at night They said you’re just a mirror A broken choir in the trees Stealing every neighbor From the wind and the leaves [Pre-Chorus] But every phrase you’re composing In that tiny beating chest Feels like scattered puzzle pieces Each one better than the rest [Chorus] What if the mockingbird isn’t mocking What if it's genes are doing the talking You’re not a mimic You’re a prolific composer of songs A hundred years we’ve been debating Calling you echo when you’re orchestrating Little composer In a storm of feathers and sound (oh, sing it) [Verse 2] You hear bluejay jeers Some think it's a redtail call Others say it's dawn’s first warning But rarely in fall A patchwork of fragments Like every passing wing But I hear a pattern Every time you sing [Pre-Chorus] You turn rumors into rhythms Ghost-notes from the sky You hide the heart of symphonies In each and every cry [Chorus] What if the mockingbird isn’t mocking What if it's genes are doing the talking You’re not a mimic You’re a prolific composer of songs A hundred years we’ve been debating Calling you a mimic when you’re orchestrating Little composer In a storm of feathers and sound [Bridge] We wrote you in our stories As a dusty parlor trick Just a borrowed bit of glory Constantly changing scripts But maybe we’re repeating Every tired, untested claim Never calling your namesake Misguided so things stay the same [Chorus] What if the mockingbird isn’t mocking What if it's genes are doing the talking You’re not a mimic You’re a prolific composer of songs A hundred years we’ve been debating Calling you a mimic when you’re orchestrating Little composer In a storm of feathers and sound On a wire above the world [Outro] So sing your scattered scripture Let the old tale come undone All your genetic whispers Is where your song’s begun
