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 all 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 dreams 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 a 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 slippin'

All the way to Texas

Can you dig it? I see you 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

*** the future

I'm high 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 jackknife

See the dreams

There's something moving

Over there to the right

Like nothing I've ever seen