Dark before the dawn, awake from stealing sleep, the
Ambulance alarms, a few feet down the street, in
Furtive, fleeting flight, starts a tock tick talking story
It’s a red light morning with a brand-new interrogatory

lazy Susan spins, dark times are coming faster
Fortune cookie sins, my recipe, disaster
Shut the pantry doors, shut out what might come after
Tablespoon of tears, add in an ounce of laughter

I've been told, what I don't know
if it’s a lie or if it's so (and so)
1 part rhyme, 1 part reason
If I’m blind, I might be leading

Baked inside a pie, crust of humiliation
Standing idly by, la la la, long lost relations
Knowing which is right, the sides adjacently
I'm finding comfort in complacency

Days are blackened birds, congealed in V’s and X’es
Forward and backwards, writing the sky, connected
Telephone lines, wires pushing information
Knowing what’s right, our habit and our invocation

I've been told, what I don't know
if it’s a lie or if it's so (and so)
2 parts rhyme, 1 part reason
If I’m blind, I might be leading

If I'm blind, hallucinating light
State of mind, recuperating sight
If I’m blind, hallucinating
State my mind, my mind

I've been told, what now I know
Which are lies and which are so (and so)
3 parts rhyme, 1 part reason
Now that I’m blind, I find I’m leaving