Homeward Through The Haze

First rain of winter

First fall from grace

It's my first hollow echo

In the halls of praise

How could Samson

I thought he was blind as a bat

How cold he have torn down

The temples like that

And how could little Caesar

How could he know whereof he spoke

When all of his wheels are turning him into a joke

Cause the blind are leading the blind

And I am amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

Got the soul of a ragpicker

Got the mind of a slug

I keep sweeping problems

Under my rug

And all of my fine

My fine fair weather friends

Yeah

Will have no more time

To make their amends

Cause the blind are leading the blind

And I am amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

Cause the blind are leading the blind

And I am amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze