Among the Blind
In a way it broke my spine.
Before that I was doing fine.
Now I feel low as six feet down.
Could I be the one you're looking for.
buried alive all the time.
But the doctor said I'm fine.
must be a problem with my mind.
Can doctors help me with the life I want?
better drink between the pines.
Lay awake near the railway lines.
Dance a jig among the blind.
and speak no ill words anymore.
This is the song of our entwine.
Where we were doing fine.
and I need a rowboat
To cross the lake that keeps us in divide
