"if you're leaving close the door.
i'm not expecting people anymore.
hear me grieving, i'm lying on the floor.
whether i'm drunk or dead i really ain't too sure.

i'm a blind man, 
i'm a blind man 
and my world is pale.
when a blind man cries,
lord, you know 
there ain't no sadder tale.

had a friend once in a room,
had a good time but it ended much too soon.
in a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.

i'm a blind man, 
i'm a blind man, 
now my room is cold.
when a blind man cries, 
lord, you know 
he feels it from his soul."