When a Blind Man Cries

If you're leaving, close the door
I'm not expecting people anymore
Hear me grieving, 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 a sadder tale

No sadder tale
Had me a friend once, in a room
I had a good time
But it ended much too soon
In a cold month in that room
I 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
Lord you know
He feels it from his soul

I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man
Now my world is cold, so cold
Lord you know
He feels it
He feels it from his soul