Palm Trees, Helicopters and Gasoline - Joe Bonamassa

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun

Nobody asked you where you are going, Nobody knows where you’re from

There is a man asking a Question, is it a really the end of the world?

Seagull you must have known for a long time;

the shapes of things to come

Now you fly through the sky, never asking why

And you fly all around, until somebody shoots you down

Na na nana na, na na nanana na

Seagull you fly across the horizon into the misty morning sun

Nobody asked you where you are going.

Nobody knows where you’re from

Now you fly through the sky, never asking why

And you fly all around, until somebody shoots you down

Nanana na, na na nanana na

Gonna fly away tomorrow.

Fly away

Leave it to my sorrow.

Hey yeah

Gonna fly away, leave it to my sorrow

Hey yeah.