When a Blind Man Cries (Live in Warsaw)

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.