Blues Traveler

Moonlight's in her eyes and I can't see three feet in front of me
And its the middle of the day
Herculean tasks they come and go so easily
When her rods and her cones play
White bluely bathed in Elysian fields they run
And I don't care what time it is
I'd throw my watch away if I could hold the lunar surface
With the flicker of light that she witnesses
And if I'm reaching you
Don't you feel guilty
And there's nothing to do
And you can only help me
And I may never learn
But you can only teach me
I'm not sure where you're trying to go
All I'm saying is that you reach me
Some see the forest for the trees to avoid the trouble
Trouble might be what I'm looking for
Or surely I'd about-face and on the double
But it just doesn't work anymore
No longer up to me a compass leads the way
Restless evening spirit unwilling to cease
Responsible for what the Ouija board might say
Although it's my finger that moves the piece
And if I'm reaching you
Don't you feel guilty