Searching With My Good Eye Closed (Live At Crosby Hall, Del Mar/1996)

Painted blue across my eyes

And tie the linen on

And I'm on my way, on my way

Looking for the paradigm

So I can pass it off

Is it on my side, on my side

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky

Looking to the sky and down

Searching for a ground

With my good eye closed

If I took you for a ride

Would you take it wrong

Or would you make it right, make it right

Looking for a pedestal

That I can put you on

And be on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky

Looking to the sky and down

Searching for a ground

With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed

With my good eye closed

Stop you're trying to bruise my mind

I can do it on my own

Stop you're trying to kill my time

It's been my death since I was born

I don't remember half the time

If I'm hiding or I'm lost

But I'm on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky

I'm on my way, on my way

On my way, on my way

I'm on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky

I'm on my way, on my way

Is it to the sky, is it to the sky