Released: May 13, 2003

Songwriter: Stephan Jenkins

Producer: Arion Salazar Stephan Jenkins

[Verse 1: Stephan Jenkins]
I close my eyes and I see a freak
I think it's me and I'm afraid to speak
I keep on going from weak to weakness
Way out in a line
I dream of lives we could have had before
The heat is broke down, open doorways
Friends of yours, tell me more
What happens in your mind?
Oh

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Can we try and take the high road?
Though we don't know where it ends
I want to be your crystal baller
I want to show you how it ends

[Verse 2: Stephan Jenkins]
Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon?
Punch drunk on somebody's joke
What happened to the time?
A footnote in your dance of days
In my mind, that record still plays
Still wonder what the fuck it says
Hoping there is time

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Can we try and take the high road?
Though we don't know where it ends
I want to be your crystal baller
I can show you how it ends
Can we talk about tomorrow?
And the promise that it brings
I want to be your crystal baller
I want to show you everything

[Bridge: Stephan Jenkins]
I wonder what the whole thing's for
I wonder what the whole thing's for
In the moment you were screaming at me
I must've been somebody else
And the patrons of the pub keep singing
Macramé queens in the afternoon
And I'm in tune or did I speak too soon?
Punch drunk on somebody's joke
What happened to the time?
I dream of lives we could have had before
Where the heat is broke down, open doorways
Like waiting for a trick to score, it seems that way sometimes
I wonder where we're all going, homesick for your primal knowing
I wonder why the wind keeps blowing you through my mind

[Chorus: Stephan Jenkins]
Try and take the high road
Remember we were friends
I want to be your crystal baller
I want to be your diamond ring
The one I never gave you
And the promise that it brings
Let me be your crystal baller
I will show you everything
I'll be your crystal baller
Crystal baller
Be your crystal baller
Crystal baller

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck