Homeward Through The Haze

First rain of winter First fall from grace It's my first hollow echo In the halls of praise How could Samson I thought he was blind as a bat How cold he have torn down The temple like that And how could little Caesar How could he know whereof he spoke When all of his wheels Are turning him into a joke 'Cause the blind are leading the blind And I am amazed how they stumble Homeward through the haze Got the soul of a ragpicker Got the mind of a slug And I keep sweeping problems Under my rug And all of my fine My fine fair weather friends, yeah Will have no more time To make their amends 'Cause the blind are leading the blind And I am amazed how they stumble Homeward through the haze Steady The blind lead the blind And I am amazed how they stumble Homeward through the haze