I work best when I get some rest Right now I'm in a vulnerable position
Right now I'm in a bar Overlooking the whole wide world
It's under the Pacific I've never written when I was drunk
This could be terrific And the seabird struggles in the wind
She topples the balances again
The lady sitting next to me Is gazing in the eyes
Of a stranger sitting next to her Who's 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 his book
And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples the 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 me weep
Don't ask me what my sign is Instant intimacy runs sheer
The ocean is so bountiful It spreads from coast to coast
The windscale of the whitecaps And the things I love the most
Come wafting up into my lap In the colours of a great sunrise
Children holding cupcakes With paradise in their eyes
And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples the balances again
Four big pelicans just flew by The room got very still
One of them carried the breath of God Tucked away 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 shore of Iran Trade it for an endless drought
And the seabird struggles in the wind She topples the balances again