The Blind Leaving The Blind: First Movement

[Part One] Tell me you want me to think You can lead me to water you can make me drink I trust you if you say it's good You wouldn't hurt me and I don't think you could Tell me what I don't need to keep I over-packed and the sidewalk is steep To your cathedral at the top of Nob Hill It makes me tired and dear it always will Tell me why I haven't been healed I haven't changed and nothings been revealed And what's in the blood of the way and the light That takes my sin Sunday morning and Makes me drunk at night Tell me that I'm more than a dream A golden hell prize you failed to redeem Don't tell me that you've always known That I'd wake up first, and you'd wake up alone [Part Two] The sweet young man Goes walking down the street wiping blood off his hands And it doesn't look good but he does what he can To erase the signs Of the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime She snuck up behind him As he knelt by her victim She whispered I knew you'd come But there's nothing to be done And if I were you I'd run Cause no one cares About how you felt When they see any sign of guilt You kissed it's face You held it's hand You always were a sweet young man He's still a mess So he hires a car To take him to the fountain at Balboa park Where he used to play When he was young