And you fly all around
Nobody knows where you're from
Now you fly through the sky
Now you fly through the sky
Is it a really the end of the world?
Nobody asked you where you are going
Leave it to my sorrow, hey yeah
Nobody knows where you're from
Never asking why
There is a man asking a question
Nobody asked you where you are going
Gonna fly away
Until somebody shoots you down
Gonna fly away tomorrow, fly away
The shapes of things to come
Seagull, you must have known for a long time
Until somebody shoots you down
And you fly all around
Never asking why
Seagull you fly 'cross the horizon
Into the misty morning sun
