A blind man sees way more than I see
The truth I seek always escapes me
A poor man gives way more than I give
A guilty man, allowed to live
Lord, keep me alive till Sunday
Today I'm falling short
I gotta cross in my hand but hell's next door
A step away from downward spiral
Next door to a friendly smile that invites me in to kill me
So now where do I go for helter skelter
I don't know but at least I'm still alive
I suffered through the storm
And sang a song of tragedy
I need your wings to keep me warm
I wish that you could comfort me
