Seabird
Wings cut through the salt and gray
Following the coastline where the wild things stray
I don’t need a harbor, don’t need a name
Just the wind in my feathers and the endless wave
Oh, seabird, seabird
Singing songs that no one heard
Over water deep and cold
I am young and I am old
Tide pulls me where it wills
I have flown past a thousand windowsills
Rest is just a rock, sleep is just a dream
I am somewhere in between