Moonlight's in her eyes and I can't see three feet in front of me
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And its the middle of the day
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Herculean tasks they come and go so easily
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When her rods and her cones play
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White bluely bathed in Elysian fields they run
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And I don't care what time it is
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I'd throw my watch away if I could hold the lunar surface
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With the flicker of light that she witnesses
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And if I'm reaching you
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Don't you feel guilty
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And there's nothing to do
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And you can only help me
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And I may never learn
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But you can only teach me
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I'm not sure where you're trying to go
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All I'm saying is that you reach me
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Some see the forest for the trees to avoid the trouble
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Trouble might be what I'm looking for
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Or surely I'd about-face and on the double
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But it just doesn't work anymore
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No longer up to me a compass leads the way
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Restless evening spirit unwilling to cease
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Responsible for what the Ouija board might say
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Although it's my finger that moves the piece
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And if I'm reaching you
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Don't you feel guilty
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And there's nothing to do
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And you could only help me
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And I may never learn
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But you can only teach me
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I'm not sure where you're trying to go
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All I'm saying is that you reach me
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I lash myself at the helm as my ship sails her reef
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A violent storm is all around me
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But before me only calm and welcome waters
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As if at last she finally found me
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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And if I'm reaching you
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Now don't you feel guilty
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And there's nothing to do
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And you could only help me
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And I may never learn
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But you can only teach me
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I'm not sure where you're trying to go
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All I'm saying is that you reach me
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And I may never learn
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But you can only teach me
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I'm not sure where you're trying to go
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All I'm saying is that you reach me
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The wind chimes and you're mine a thousand times
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Until my rhymes and other crimes have aged like wine
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You are sublime, so fine
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You reach me
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You reach me
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You Reach Me
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| Blues Traveler |
