Eric's Trip (Live in Brooklyn, Ny)

Alright, nice to see you all here
On this beautiful night
One, two, three, four

I can't see anything at all, all I see is me
That's what's important and that's clear enough to see me
My eyes can focus, my brain is talking
It looks pretty good to me
My head's on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful
It looks pretty good

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 dream
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 glass and miles between us
We still flew away in the conversation

My cup is full and I feel okay
The world is dull, but not today

She thinks she's a goddess
She talks to the spirits
I wonder if she can talk to herself, man
If she can bear to hear it

This is Eric's trip
We've all come to watch him slip
He's slipping all the way to Texas
Or Oklahoma

The sky is blue
The sky is the deepest, purest blue I've ever seen
Points on the globe are just points on the globe

I see with a glass eye, the pavement view
A shadow forming, across fields rushing from me to you
We tore down the world, we put up four walls
I breathe in the myth
I'm over the city, I'm fucking the future
Hide inside your kiss

We can't see clear
What we see is alright
Make up what we can't hear
Then sing all night

Scattered pages and shattered lights
A jackknife have a dream
There's something moving over there to the right
Like nothing I've ever seen