If you’re leaving Close the door. I’m not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor. Whether I’m drunk or dead I Really ain’t too sure. I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man And my world is pale. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know There ain’t no sadder tale. Had a friend once in a room, Had a good time But it ended much too soon. In a cold month in that room We found a reason For the things we had to do. I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, Now my room is cold. When a blind man cries, Lord, you know He feels it from his soul.