Eric's Trip

I can't see anything at all All I see is me That's clear enough That's what's important To see me My eyes can focus My brain is talking It looks pretty good to me My head's all straight My girlfriend's beautiful It looks pretty good to me Sometimes I speak Tonight there's nothing to say Sometimes we freak And laugh all day Hold these pages Up to the light See the jackknife Inside of the dreams A railroad runs through The record stores at night Coming in for The deep freeze Mary, a simple word Are you there In the cold country? Your eyes so full Your head so tight Can't you hear me? Remember our talk That day on the phone I said I was the door And you were the station With shattered gla*s And miles between us We still flew away In a conversation My cup is full And I feel okay The world is dull But not today She thinks, she's a goddess She says, she talks to the spirits I wonder if she can talk to herself? If she can bear to hear it This is Eric's trip We've all come To watch him slip He's slippin' All the way to Texas Can you dig it? I see you with a gla*s eye The pavement view A shadow forming Across fields rushing Through me to you We tore down the world And put up four walls I breathe in the myth I'm over the city f**king the future I'm high inside your kiss We can't see clear But what we see is alright We make up what we can't hear And then we sing all night Scattered pages And shattered lights See the jackknife See the dreams There's something moving Over there to the right Like nothing I've ever seen