Paul Gross Blind Man
Gray socks and black shoes, black hair and eyes so true A smile like a cool wind blowing through lips that kiss like a fool These are the memories I have of you No, these are the gifts I took from you Your skin is so close to mine that it seems to know my name And your laugh -- well, let's just say Something wicked this way came And in this old hotel my heart pounds like a drum It beats with the rhythm of missing you This is the rhythm of missing you Chorus: Take a look at the blind man, the fool ain't got no cane The blind man he's dancing in the driving rain Well, I am that blind man and I can finally see What I've always known: you belong to me There ain't nothing wrong with this hotel that a big bomb couldn't fix My doorman he's a reprobate and the maid she's been turning tricks And in my broken sleep I wake up from some pain My heart drifts through the window and sails into the rain Oh Lord, I miss you, I miss you here in the dark This comes from Nashville, baby It's a call from a wounded heart And if I want this heart of mine to ever mend I guess I'm gonna have to find you again Yeah, I'll have to find you again
