blind vision
It’s tough to see
What’s kept out of sight,
The supports that sustain
Our freely given plight.
You can guess and figure.
Burn the midnight oil.
But there's no reward
For all your toil.
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.
You're trying to get through.
I am too.
There're bars we can’t see
In each other’s zoo.
Sometimes there're no keys
To fit our locks.
Sometimes there only is
One purple sock.
No matter how hard
You try to find the other,
You’re in a plane going down
And can only say, “Mother.”
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.
Looking for a creation myth
Started before time.
I’m looking to find creation
In the echoes of my mind.
You need to ignore
The folly at the door.
Well what do you think
I’m holding this thing for?
Oh we try so hard
To get it right.
Sometimes it’s wrong
To keep things out of sight.
But only you
Can say what’s best for you.
The rest are only acting
Like they knew.
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.
I’ll show you mine
If you show me yours.
How else
Can we endure?
Hiding places everywhere.
They’re easy to find.
But not all can be hid
And left behind.
It can all be fair game.
Some eyes see too much.
Tracks can weather the rain,
Sharp shooter kill a crutch.
Sometimes it’s just better not to look.
You can check your mate with a rook.
Some eyes they see too much.
Sometimes you need an invisible crutch.
Silence is golden.
Hold its hand on life’s walk.
Ships can sink
When somebody talks.
Even ice can burn.
Some things are too cold to touch.
Even a cold heart
Needs a crutch.
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.
A forty-two Pontiac
Just pulled up.
Stopped next to a blind man
Looking up.
He can see
The things that are hiding inside.
He ain’t going
On that lonesome ride.
Don’t worry about the cracks.
Anyway they’re overflowing.
You’ll never get yours back
No matter which way the wind is blowing.
Some things are easy
And some things are tough.
Won’t you please tell me
When you’ve had enough.
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.
Some people let
Their dogs run free.
It’s safe for them
But not for me.
It’s hard to survive.
Life can be hard to find.
You’re swimming for a life-saver
Holding tight a land mine.
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.
We take a little paste
And some scraps
Then we mix them with closed eyes
And try to get by on that.
There’s noble ideas
In the cosmic sea.
That current can take you
All the way to eternity.
But where are you baby
When I need you so much?
All I’m asking for
Is to let me have my crutch.
The forest is cool
On a hot day
But neither hot nor cold
Is here to stay.
I need something
That will endure.
A rubber crutch
Just bounces out the door.
How much do we see
When we are kind?
Charity lets you see
Almost as good as the blind.
I need your touch, no matter how fine.
I’ll let you have your crutch if you’ll let me have mine.