Don't worry about my politics

They are what they are

I work best when I get some rest

Right now I'm in a bar

Overlooking the whole wide world

It's over the Pacific

I've never written when I was drunk

This could be terrific!



And the seabird struggles in the wind

She topples, balances again



The lady sitting next to me

Is gazing in the eyes

Of the stranger sitting next to her

Who is mouthing truths and lies

He's actually quite nice I guess

He has an honest look

He doesn't know I've lost my mind

Scribbling in this book



And the seabird struggles in the wind

She topples, balances again



Consumed by the evening's masterpiece

Completely introverted

From here I could stare down eternity

leave alone and not feel deserted

I'm tired of interesting faces

And the dull ones make my weep

Don't ask me what my sign is

Instant intimacy runs cheap



The ocean is so bountiful

It spreads from coast to coast

The winds scale off the whitecaps

And the things I love the most

Come wafting up into my lap

In the colors of the great sunrise

Children holding cupcakes

With paradise in their eyes



And the seabird struggles in the wind

She topples, balances again



Four big pelicans just flew by

The room got very still

One of them carried the breath of God

Tucked way back in his bill

I know it was the breath of God

It's the same as the secret of life

He's carrying it off to the Shah of Iran

To trade it for the end of strife



And the seabird struggles in the wind

She topples, balances again