Morrison - CPR

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