up late at night all alone
can't you see that I'm trying
trying so hard to hold on
to the things I know
but in the evening
I will have to go
what I most want is
bad for me I know
out in the dark, shaking hands
in the street, I'm drifting
drifting away from my
family towards my foes
my mother told me
you'll reap what you sow
what you most is
want is bad for me you know
back in my home late at night
all alone, I'm flying
flying above all my troubles
my mind's a gull
when I am happy my
heart starts to slow
what I most want is
bad for me I know
late in the morning
I wake all alone, I'm crying
crying for all of the people
who love me so
but when we get sad we know
where to go
what we most want is
bad for us we know