Homeward Through The Haze

First rain of winter

First fall from grace

It's my first hallow echo

In the halls of praiseHow could Samson

I thought he was blind as a bat

How could he have torn down

The temples like thatAnd how could little Caesar

How could he know whereof he spoke

When all of his wheels are turning him into a joke[Chorus]

'Cause the blind are leading the blind

And am I amazed at how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

Got the soul of a rag picker

Got the mind of a slugI keep sweeping problems

Under my rug

All of my fine

My fine fair weather friends, yeahWill have no more time

To make their amends[Chorus]

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