Cargo
You think i'm blind, i can see for miles
You think i'm happy 'cause i smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose & bricks for cargo
You think i'm blind, i can see for miles
You think i'm gonna fake this smile
But i'll turn it loose on stones & air with its guts for cargo
And its pockets full, & its pockets full
There's a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction
With their pockets full
So blind, they're tripping over their own deception
With their pockets full
You think i'm blind, i can see for miles
You think i'm happy 'cause i smile
But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose & bricks for cargo
You think i'm blind, i can see for miles
You think i'm gonna fake this smile
But i'll turn it loose on stones & air with its guts for cargo
And its pockets full
Too, too blind, i wander in the wrong direction
With my pockets full
??? in one direction
With my pockets full
You think i'm blind, but i can see for miles
You think i'm happy - but i can take this smile
And turn it loose to live on stones & air for its own protection
With its pockets full
You think i'm blind
You think i'm blind
You think i'm blind
