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.