Eric's Trip (Live)

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 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 on straight, my girlfriend's beautiful
 It looks pretty good to me
 Sometimes I speak, tonite there's nothing to say
 Sometimes we freak, and laugh all day
 Hold these pages up to the light
 See the jacknife 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?
 Yr eyes so full, yr 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 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 slipping all the way to Texas
 Can you dig it?
 I see with a glass 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, fucking the future
 I'm high and 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 jacknife, see the dream
 There's something moving over there to the right
 Like nothing I've ever seen.