Seabird soaring weightless above the sea Wings wide for the wind to rush underneath Open arms and everything to see I wish I were the bird and it were me
High white waves as the ocean churns Rushing the shoreline under the bird Nothing is settled, everything is stirred She is like me and I’m like her
Seabird soaring high looks so free Baring its heart to the world it would seem Flying alone all day does it dream That I were the bird and it were me
