Out in the garden,
amongst the bushes,
Michael is crying
Caught in a spider's web,
its broken wings beating,
a butterfly dying
Ooh 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 he must be blind,
cos he can't see what Michael sees
Michael is silent,
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
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 They've seen the signs,
but they can't see
what Michael sees
Inside the building someone is calling his name through the halls
But he doesn't answer though,
he easily hears each leaf as it falls
Ooh 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 he must be blind,
cos he can't see what
Michael sees
Michael,
where are we?
We who see that there's something wrong with your mind
Inside the garden Michael is smiling at peace in his world
At one with the insects,
the flowers and the trees and the wind and the birds
Ooh la la la la la la,
la la la la la la Oh Michael sees all behind the high walls
Surrounding his kingdom, what sweet inner wisdom
Still trapped in the spider's web Far from the flowing depth
of life in the
garden But Michael has pardoned us for he sees that
Really he's free and there's nothing
to mend For his wings are not broken
And they in their wisdom say,
Michael's got something wrong,
wrong,
wrong with his mind
They've seen the signs,
but Michael feels fine inside the garden