Lost in the eyesight of the blind. I'm trapped in a night with no sunshine. But how can you tell the thoughts you feel inside. How many's the time you've sat alone and cried I'm blind. Lost with the white stick by my side. So bitter and you just can't change the tide. But how can you tell the thoughts you feel inside. How many's the time you've sat alone and cried... I'm blind. Oh, you take the white stick. Not from the blind man. But how can you tell the thoughts you feel inside. How many's the time you've sat alone and cried... I'm blind.