Gullwatching Lyrics

Tw Walsh Gullwatching

I watched gulls 'til I became a patch of pale grey sky,
anchored to dry land by a trophy of what I really am. I'm
not willing to apologize for what I didn't do. Anger is
regret, and pride's the child of etiquette. I'll try to
hitch a ride, but it's a long way back from the other
side.