Blind

My telephone rang I was too late

Why did I stop to hesitate

On my way home

Take my hands let me confess

'Bout loving and hating and all of the rest

And ideas I've roamed

Then I saw a brilliant sign

And let it slip behind

And search again and

Find I'm blind

My thoughts they make a tender smile

My hands they move and in a while

I've got what I want.

That tenderness that you insist you feel

Ain't worth a damn 'cause it ain't real

Lord it sure does haunt.

Then you saw a brilliant sign

And let it slip behind

And search again and find you're blind.

See me in a lonely Sunday

If you've got the time

And don't surprise me or you'll find

That I'm completely blind.

Now I'm so sick of what's being said

My thoughts they burn inside my head

There's not much untouched.

All of my children begin to cry

They clutch at me demanding why

Tell 'em 'bout loving and such.

Then they saw a brilliant sign

And let it slip behind

And search again and find they're blind.

See them in a lonely Sunday

If you've got the time

And don't surprise them or you'll find

That they're completely blind

That they're completely blind.