Song To a Seagull (Live)

Fly silly seabirds
No dreams can possess you
No voices can blame you
For sun on your wings

My gentle relations
Have names they must call me
For loving the freedom
Of all flying things

My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry

I came to the city
And lived like old Crusoe
On an island of noise
In a cobblestone sea

And the beaches were concrete
And the stars paid a light bill
And the blossoms hung false
On their store window trees

My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry

Out of the city
And down to the seaside
To sun on my shoulders
And wind in my hair

But sandcastles crumble
And hunger is human
And humans are hungry
For words they can't share

My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry

I call to the seagull
Who dives to the waters
And catches his silver-fine dinner alone

Crying, "Where are the footprints
That danced on these beaches
And the hands that cast wishes
That sunk like a stone"

My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry

This is a song about night in your favorite city, wherever that may be
And probably, you should be in the right frame of mood for it
You should think of yourself wandering in that city with no money to spend, maybe window shopping
Or just sort of looking at people or looking at all the few things
Not so much sitting in a club and looking at some crazy singer up on the stage
Probably peeking around the corner from the other side
'Cause you don't have enough money to go in
That's the right frame of mind for this song

It goes like this