If you aim your telescope at the sky
you will see the same stars as I
But the lines you draw between
and the constellations seen
are as different as you are from me
And the words that you read in your book
they are spelled the same when I look
But the meanings that you find
are nowhere in my mind
even if I read between the lines

Seeing is believing
and eyes cannot deceive
but still I plead of you
to grant me a reprieve
Would you judge a man
because of what you've seen?

And you call the starlings in the tree
an omen that bodes ill for me
But their feathers look the same
as of any bird that came
in the coldness of the autumn rain
And the blood that you found on the floor
and the footprints leading to the door
they appear to point to me — even I can see
but there's more to this sad story

Seeing is believing
and eyes cannot deceive
but still I plead of you
to grant me a reprieve
Would you hang a man
Because of what you've seen?

Words and music © 2004 Robert Loerzel
Underground Bee Music/ASCAP