I never was the things I said I was
 But it's not as if I lied
 What I was, all I was
 Was the effort to describe
 The effort to describe
 Now, I may not have been born to deliver the truth
 But I sure do love to ride the route
 When I’m on my bicycle
 I am a seagull
 Made of man and metal
 And I am flying, flying
 Let the blind call me dark
 Let the weak call me peak-ridden
 Let the butchers grind our hearts
 And claim there's no love within
 But you can call me anything
 Just as long as I can sing
 Yeah, you can call me anything
 Just as long as I can sing
 I sing for answers
 I sing for good listeners
 And tired dancers