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