Blind Man's Folly 


Words by Ian Barlow
Music by The Dig



The blind man's folly was not being able to see,
The light on the ceiling; Where could it be?
But if you can't see anything there is no light,
Over hills and valleys so it will be alright.
Always on the move in the darkness of the day,
Stirrin' up the groove pot, you can hear him say:
"Just don't think about it and it'll be okay.
The light showing through the slits will go away."

When the blind man came to find a purpose in his life,
He cut away the tissue of the darkness with his knife.
He can see clearly now, he's as free as a bird.
Feeling every corner and seeing every turn, he's gone...

The blind man lost the light and everything he's seen.
Knowing nothing of the past or where he's been.
He keeps on brewing up inventions that can't be defined,
Causing little ripples in the dark side of his mind.
Always in the prowl in the solitude of night,
No definition to define the fright.
"I just won't think about it and I'll be okay.
The light showing through the slits will go away."

When the blind man learned to live he got back his flow,
Wanting to see everything, deciding where to go.
He can see clearly know he's as free as a bird.
Feeling every corner and seeing every turn, he's gone...

He can see clearly now.
The blind man is a bird.
Free to be alive,
The blind man is a bird.
Friendly winks and smile,
He's as free as a bird.
The blind man can see.
He's as free as a bird.