Eric’s Blues

Are you alone my friend?
Can you tell me about your day?
I can feel the sunlight setting
On your cheeks in Berkeley

And the red stripes in your eyes
From a disappointing surprise
Time to speak your golden thoughts
Though we are miles away

So they gave you no award
For all the work that you earned
And around you the support
Sometimes feels like a loose trampoline

You're not sure if it's tight enough
To catapult you toward your dream

If I read your application
I'd put your resume on my refrigerator
Buy you a ticket, wine and dine you
Put my best foot forth to keep you

All the world would bribe me,
Try to nickel and dime me,
For a Nobel dame, well, you're on your way
But you're nobody's claim to fame

Are you alone my friend?
Can you tell me about your day?
I can feel your lips curling
To a smile in Berkeley

And the redness in your cheeks
From the way he makes your blush
And the bread your father bakes
Every sabbath, Friday

So they gave you all their love
For all the ways that you are
More special than a certificate
Or a golden pin

There's an open door ahead
If you let yourself begin

If I read your application
I'd put your resume on my refrigerator
Buy you a ticket, wine and dine you
Put my best foot forth to keep you

All the world would bribe me
Try to nickel and dime me
For a Nobel dame, well, you're on your way
But you're nobody's claim to fame