Gulls

This land belongs to the gulls And the gulls to their cry And their cry to the wind And the wind belongs to no one The wind belongs to no one I gave my breath to the song To the song, wasn't mine Neither of ship nor of sea Neither of glass nor of wine Leaving this ghost of a road I'm climbing hand over hand Toward that pinprick of light Toward the seed that God sowed Toward the seed that God sowed Toward the seed that God sowed Toward the seed that God sowed Oh baby Try to recognize it in my mind Try to stamp it out before it happens I try to recognize it in my mind Try to stamp it out The writing's on, the writing's on The writing's on the wall Try to stamp it out The writing's on, the writing's on The writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on The writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on The writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on The writing's on the wall The writing's on, the writing's on The writing's on the wall The writing's on The writing's on the wall This land belongs to the gulls And the gulls to their cry And their cry to the wind And their cry to the wind And their cry to the wind