Call Me Anything - Bill Callahan

I never was the things I said I was

But it’s not as if I lied

What I was, all I was

Was the effort to describe

The effort to describe

Now, I may not have been born to deliver the truth

But I sure do love to ride the route

When I’m on my bicycle

I am a seagull

Made of man and metal

And I am flying, flying

Let the blind call me dark

Let the weak call me peak-ridden

Let the butchers grind our hearts

And claim there’s no love within

But you can call me anything

Just as long as I can sing

Yeah, you can call me anything

Just as long as I can sing

I sing for answers

I sing for good listeners

And tired dancers