| He was lost and I don’t think |
| He wanted it that way |
| Like a gull blown inland |
| On a stormy day |
| Lost in round one |
| Spitting out pieces of his teeth |
| Lost in a Paris graveyard |
| Carrying his own wreath |
| And I have seen that movie and it wasn’t like that |
| He was mad and lonely and blind as a bat |
| To the bridge and the falling tree |
| Too deaf to hear his own song you see, yeah |
| Oh, how does anyone get to there |
| We may never know |
| Oh, how they got that far |
| Or what made them go But he had flown from his homeland |
| You could see him there |
| A gull circling |
| In the high desert air |
| And I have seen that movie and it wasn’t like that |
| He was mad and lonely and blind as a bat |
| To the bridge and the falling tree |
| Too deaf to hear his own song you see |
| And somehow I have to learn from this |
| 'Cause I can hear him cry and feel the hiss |
| Of the wind in his feathers and the sand on his feet |
| As he dies in the desert on that Paris street |
| And I have seen that movie and it wasn’t like that |
| He was mad and lonely and blind as a bat |
| To the bridge and the falling tree |
| Too deaf to hear his own song |
| And I have seen that movie and it wasn’t like that |
| To the bridge and the falling tree |
| Too deaf to hear his own song |
| I have seen that movie and it wasn’t like that |