From the recording Home
Lyrics
Blind
I started out with nothing
It’s more than most have
Papa made a million dollars
But they took it back
With pockets full of payphone calls
His voice is all I had
Mama making meals from scraps
The clothes are on the line
House is sinking pretty bad
With bills piled high
Folks that know worse than us
Get paid no mind
I know at times it’s hard to see
The light that tries to shine between
The shadows of your mind
I only wish that I could be
A little more of what I need
And a little less blind
Blood and sweat for dollars
That never gave a damn
‘Bout what I was trying to prove
Or who I am
Never owned a pair of boots
That made me a man
But I’ve held some women
Even held some back
From the life they were trying to build
While fixing my cracks
Nothing like a broken heart
To show what you had
I know at times it’s hard to see
The light that tries to shine between
The shadows of your mind
I only wish that I could be
A little more of what I need
And a little less blind
Little less blind, little less blind
Nothing but a box
Full of bent and broken parts
That we’re scared to look inside
Maybe we would see
The beauty in you and me
If we learned to close our eyes
I know at times it’s hard to see
The light that tries to shine between
The shadows of your mind
I only wish that I could be
A little more of what I need
And a little less blind