call me anything

i never was the things i said i was

but it's not as if i lied

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 to ride the route

when i'm 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 peak-ridden

let the butchers grind our hearts

and claim there's 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