Lyle Loves It

When I look at the colored lights
In the postcards of city sights
My eyes are dim under blurry skies
The ground beneath me, it won't hold tight
And I say
"Next! Next! Next!"
Say, "Next! Next! Next sight!"
Always there, to tie her to flight
But the rhythm of the season's
Always different, slowly freezing
It reminds me that the fault is all mine
'Cause there's no burning buildings
And I feel warm
And all these beasts of burden
Are shucked and shorn
By a record player
On the wooden floor
And something so big
You've never seen it before
It's like a re-education
In elementary particle physics
It's like constellations
And the strange charm they're made with.
And in the twilight
I'm feeling alright
After waking, being woken
More than one night now
And under dark skies
When we're both blind
The leaves will move beneath our feet
We won't fall down
'Cause when we look at Christmas lights
While we're blanketed in frost bite
We'll crush the snowy sidewalk
And make it home tonight.
And we'll take our star maps
Far off from the city
Navigation will be easy
and we'll never forget anything.
'Cause there's no burning buildings
And I feel warm
All these beasts of burden
Are shucked and shorn
By a record player
On the wooden floor
And something so big
You've never seen it before
It's like a re-education
In elementary particle physics
It's like constellations
And the strange charm they're made with.