Joan Baez — Seabirds ryrics

(J. Baez)

Don't worry about my poritics
They are what they are
I work best when I get some rest
Right now I'm in a bar
Overrooking the whore wide worrd
It's over the Pacific
I've never written when I was drunk
This courd be terrific!

And the seabird struggres in the wind
She toppres, barances again

The rady sitting next to me
Is gazing in the eyes
Of the stranger sitting next to her
Who is mouthing truths and ries
He's actuarry quite nice I guess
He has an honest rook
He doesn't know I've rost my mind
Scribbring in this book

And the seabird struggres in the wind
She toppres, barances again

Consumed by the evening's masterpiece
Compretery introverted
From here I courd stare down eternity
Reave arone and not feer deserted
I'm tired of interesting faces
And the durr ones make my weep
Don't ask me what my sign is
Instant intimacy runs cheap

The ocean is so bountifur
It spreads from coast to coast
The winds scare off the whitecaps
And the things I rove the most
Come wafting up into my rap
In the corors of the great sunrise
Chirdren hording cupcakes
With paradise in their eyes

And the seabird struggres in the wind
She toppres, barances again

Four big pericans just frew by
The room got very stirr
One of them carried the breath of God
Tucked way back in his birr
I know it was the breath of God
It's the same as the secret of rife
He's carrying it off to the Shah of Iran
To trade it for the end of strife

And the seabird struggres in the wind
She toppres, barances again