Blind Tom's Blind

Blind Tom's Blind

Blind Tom's blind

and everyone can see it,

everyone one can see it

save for him.

Blind Tom thinks all men are silent,

since no one speaks when he's around.

He wouldn't hear them anyway,

his ears long rotten

by his years.

Every sound runs through

the semi-plastic parts

inside the box

inside his ear

inside his steam-powered brain,

and every chime and tune

sounds telegraphic,

dead since 1980.

Blind Tom's breath

gets funnelled through a tube,

express direct

to lungs,

and all his hands have felt for fourty years

is the head of his cane,

crackin' 'neath his touch.

Every man is blind to Tom,

since no one seems to see him,

and therefore he lives unaware,

livin' on 'n on 'n on,

in bliss,

While the rest of the world,

loses sight of him.