The Blind Leaving the Blind: 1st Movement

Tell me you want me to think

You can lead me to water you can make me drink

I trust you if you say its good

You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could

Tell me what I don't need to keep

I over-packed and the sidewalk is steep

To your cathedral at the top of nob hill

It makes me tired and dear it always will

Tell me why I haven't been healed

I haven't changed and nothings been revealed

And what's in the blood of the way and the light

That takes my sin Sunday morning and

makes me drunk at night

The sweet young man

Goes walking down the street wiping blood off his hands

and it doesn't look good but he does what he can

To erase the signs

Of the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime

She snuck up behind him

As he knelt by her victim

She whispered I knew you'd come

But there's nothing to be done

And if I were you I'd run

'Cause no one cares

About how you felt

When they see any sign of guilt

You kissed it's face

You held it's hand

You always were a sweet young man

He's still a mess

So he hires a car

To take him to the fountain at Balboa park

Where he used to play

When he was young

He's gonna wash off in front of god and everyone