Eric's Trip

(I hate the past...) 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, 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, says she can talk 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 From me to you We tore down the world, we put up four walls I breath 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, then we sing all night Scattered pages and shattered lights, see the jackknife see the dream There's something moving over there to the right, like nothing I've ever seen