I never was the things I said I was But itÂŽs not as if I like 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 my part to ride the route
When Iâm 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 [?] Let the butchers grind our hearts And claim thereÂŽs 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