Seabirds
Don't worry about my politicsThey are what they areI work best when I get some restRight now I'm in a barOverlooking the whole wide worldIt's over the PacificI've never written when I was drunkThis could be terrific!
And the seabird struggles in the windShe topples, balances again
The lady sitting next to meIs gazing in the eyesOf the stranger sitting next to herWho is mouthing truths and liesHe's actually quite nice I guessHe has an honest lookHe doesn't know I've lost my mindScribbling in this book
And the seabird struggles in the windShe topples, balances again
Consumed by the evening's masterpieceCompletely introvertedFrom here I could stare down eternityleave alone and not feel desertedI'm tired of interesting facesAnd the dull ones make my weepDon't ask me what my sign isInstant intimacy runs cheap
The ocean is so bountifulIt spreads from coast to coastThe winds scale off the whitecapsAnd the things I love the mostCome wafting up into my lapIn the colors of the great sunriseChildren holding cupcakesWith paradise in their eyes
And the seabird struggles in the windShe topples, balances again
Four big pelicans just flew byThe room got very stillOne of them carried the breath of GodTucked way back in his billI know it was the breath of GodIt's the same as the secret of lifeHe's carrying it off to the Shah of IranTo trade it for the end of strife
And the seabird struggles in the windShe topples, balances again