SEAGULL
Bad Company


Seagull, you fly,
Across the horizon.
Into the misty morning sun.
Nobody asks you where you are going.
Nobody knows where you're from.

(Chorus)
Now you fly,
Through the sky,
Never asking "Why?"
And you fly,
All around,
'Til somebody, yeah,
Shoots you down.....

There is a man,
Asking the question,
"Is this really the end of the world?"
Seagull, you must have 
Known for a long time,
The shape of things to come.

(Repeat Chorus)



(Transcribed by Helen - January 2003)