Palm Trees, Helicopters and Gasoline

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asked you where you are going, Nobody knows where you’re from
There is a man asking a Question, is it a really the end of the world?
Seagull you must have known for a long time; the shapes of things to come.
Now you fly through the sky, never asking why
And you fly all around, until somebody shoots you down
na na nana na, na na nanana na
Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asked you where you are going. Nobody knows where you’re from
Now you fly through the sky, never asking why.
And you fly all around, until somebody shoots you down.
nanana na, na na nanana na
Gonna fly away tomorrow. Fly away.
Leave it to my sorrow. Hey yeah.
Gonna fly away, leave it to my sorrow,
hey yeah.