First rain of winter

First fall from grace

It's my first hallow echo

In the halls of praise

How could Samson

I thought he was blind as a bat

How could he have torn down

The temples 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 am I amazed how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

Got the soul of a rag picker

Got the mind of a slug

And I keep sweeping problems

Under my rug

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 am I amazed how they stumble

Homeward through the haze

The blind leading the blind

And am I amazed how they stumble

Homeward through the haze