My telephone rang, I was too late
Why did I stop to hesitate on my way home?
Take my hands, let me confess
'Bout loving and hating and all of the rest
And ideas I've roamed

Then I saw a brilliant sign
And let it slip behind
And search again
And find I'm blind

My thoughts they make a tender smile
My hands they move and in a while
I've got what I want
That tenderness that you insist you feel
Ain't worth a damn 'cause it ain't real
Lord, it sure does haunt

Then you saw a brilliant sign
And let it slip behind
And search again
And find you're blind

See me in a lonely Sunday
If you've got the time
And don't surprise me
Or you'll find that I'm completely blind

Now I'm so sick of what's being said
My thoughts they burn inside my head
There's not much untouched
All of my children begin to cry
They clutch at me demanding why
Tell 'em 'bout loving and such

Then they saw a brilliant sign
And let it slip behind
And search again
And find they're blind

See them in a lonely Sunday
If you've got the time
And don't surprise them or you'll find
That they're completely blind
That they're completely blind