amongst the bushes, Mi chael is crying
Caught in a spider's web,
its broken wings beating, a butterfly dying
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong,
wrong, wrong with his mind."
Well, they must be blind if they can
't see what Michael sees.
talking to no one of things that he sees
But out in the garden, he talks in soft whispers,
like the wind in the leaves
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong,
wrong, wrong with his mind."
but they can't see what Michael sees.
And inside the building someone is
calling his name through the halls
though he easily hears each leaf as it falls
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
And they in their wisdom say
"Michael's got something wrong,
wrong, wrong with his mind."
for they can't see what Michael sees.
And inside the garden Michael is smiling,
the flowers, and the trees
And the wind and the birds
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
