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