Published: March 2009

Why would you find some peace of mind in being blind

Woke up some Tuesday morning

Got up heeded all the warnings

Of being a wise ass

Using my brain mass

Huddled up and hiding my yearnings

Why would you find some peace of mind in being blind

Gambled away your pay check

On air time that put you to bed

One two, three four

Shut your pretty eyes

‘Cause I’m locking your door

Why would you find some peace of mind in being blind