Searching With My Good Eye Closed - Live At The Paramount Theatre, Seattle / 1992

Painted blue across my eyes
And tie the linen on
And I'm on my way, on my way
Looking for the paradigm
So I can pass it off
Is it on my side, on my side

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky
Looking to the sky and down
Searching for a ground
With my good eye closed

If I took you for a ride
Would you take it wrong
Or would you make it right, make it right
Looking for a pedestal
That I can put you on
And be on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky
Looking to the sky and down
Searching for a ground
With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed
With my good eye closed
With my good eye closed
With my good eye closed
With my good eye closed
With my good eye closed

Stop you're trying to bruise my mind
I can do it on my own
Stop you're trying to kill my time
It's been my death since I was born
I don't remember half the time
If I'm hiding or I'm lost
But I'm on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky
Is it to the sky, is it to the sky
I'm on my way, on my way
On my way, on my way
I'm on my way, on my way
Is it to the sky, is it to the sky
I'm on my way, on my way
Is it to the sky, is it to the sky