When a Blind Man Cries (Live in Anaheim)

If you're leaving, close the door I'm not expecting people anymore Hear me grieving, lying on the floor Whether I'm drunk or dead, I'm really not too sure I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man Now my world is pale When a blind man cries Lord, you know there ain't a sadder tale I had a friend once in a room We had a good time but it ended much too soon In a cold month in that room We found a reason for the things we had to do I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man Now my room is cold When a blind man cries Lord, you know, feels it from his soul I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man Now my room is cold When a blind man cries Lord, you know, he feels it from his soul