(Words and Music by Joan Baez)       Don't worry about my politics    They are what they are    I work best when I get some rest    Right now I'm in a bar    Overlooking the whole wide world    It's over the Pacific    I've never written when I was drunk    This could be terrific!       And the seabird struggles in the wind    She topples, balances again       The lady sitting next to me    Is gazing in the eyes    Of the stranger sitting next to her    Who is mouthing truths and lies    He's actually quite nice I guess    He has an honest look    He doesn't know I've lost my mind    Scribbling in this book       And the seabird struggles in the wind    She topples, balances again       Consumed by the evening's masterpiece    Completely introverted    From here I could stare down eternity    leave alone and not feel deserted    I'm tired of interesting faces    And the dull ones make my weep    Don't ask me what my sign is    Instant intimacy runs cheap       The ocean is so bountiful    It spreads from coast to coast    The winds scale off the whitecaps    And the things I love the most    Come wafting up into my lap    In the colors of the great sunrise    Children holding cupcakes    With paradise in their eyes       And the seabird struggles in the wind    She topples, balances again       Four big pelicans just flew by    The room got very still    One of them carried the breath of God    Tucked way back in his bill    I know it was the breath of God    It's the same as the secret of life    He's carrying it off to the Shah of Iran    To trade it for the end of strife       And the seabird struggles in the wind    She topples, balances again       © 1976, 1977 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)