Eric's Blues

Are you alone my friend? Can you tell me about your day? I can feel the sunlight setting On your cheeks in Berkeley And the red stripes in your eyes From a disappointing surprise Time to speak your golden thoughts Though we are miles away So they gave you no award For all the work that you earned And around you the support Sometimes feels like a loose trampoline You're not sure if it's tight enough To catapult you toward your dream If I read your application I'd put your resume on my refrigerator Buy you a ticket, wine and dine you Put my best foot forth to keep you All the world would bribe me, Try to nickel and dime me, For a Nobel dame, well, you're on your way But you're nobody's claim to fame Are you alone my friend? Can you tell me about your day? I can feel your lips curling To a smile in Berkeley And the redness in your cheeks From the way he makes your blush And the bread your father bakes Every sabbath, Friday So they gave you all their love For all the ways that you are More special than a certificate Or a golden pin There's an open door ahead If you let yourself begin If I read your application I'd put your resume on my refrigerator Buy you a ticket, wine and dine you Put my best foot forth to keep you All the world would bribe me Try to nickel and dime me For a Nobel dame, well, you're on your way But you're nobody's claim to fame