Becky, I Keep Singing This Song

You're under another night
 And you drank too much of that rye
 You're riding your bike
 And you're tearing a left at the lights
 You can smell that the summer is done
 And the winter hangs over us all
 You'll go to work when the morning has come
 But now there's nothing but stars
 Pull me out of my, pull me out of my body
 And into the black
 The one feeling you wanted, you want it,
 Is the one thing you're holding back
 Now no one could call you weak
 You've been as stoic and strong as could be
 But nothing is simple or straight
 And you drank till they turned you away
 There's so much to take in, so much to taste
 Even shadows and edges all explode in your face
 But then remember a fall night
 With the moon as big as your mind
 Becky, I keep having this dream
 In the night where it seems I can fly
 But only when no one's around
 When the people appear I come plummeting down
 Jung, Carl, tell me, what can that mean?
 I swear I'm not scared, I'm just happy to be here
 How can you tell me that these beautiful things
 Are holding me back before I even begin?
 Becky, I keep having this thought
 That you don't even exist and I just made you up
 Cause it's a sin to be alone in your prime
 On the grass with a stain on your pants from your bike
 Young carl, tell me, what can it mean?
 I swear I'm not sad i'm just lucky to be here
 How can you tell me that these beautiful things
 Are holding me back before I even begin...
 To pull me out of my, pull me out of my body
 And into the black
 The one feeling you wanted, you want it,
 Is the one thing you're holding back
 Pull me out of it, pull me out of it
 And into the black-black-black
 Pull me out of it and into a fall night
 Where you're falling off of your bike