Bm
If you're leaving, close the door.
A                        Bm
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Bm
Hear me greaving, lying on the floor.
A7                          Bm
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure.


Bm              D
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man.
G               Em
And my world is pale.
Bm
When a blind man cries,
D             G                     Bm
Lord you know there ain't no sadder tale.


Bm
Had a friend once, in a room.
A
Had a good time, but it ended much to soon.
Bm
In a cold month, in that room.
A7                     Bm
Found a reason for the things we had to do.


Bm              D
I'm a blind, I'm a blind man.
G               Em
Now my world is cold.
Bm
When a blind man cries,
D                G                 Bm
Lord you know he feels it from his soul