Lyrics:

See the blind man At the dead of night He can see, so he won't fight Running scared like a swan in flight On and on, looking for delight But it's you, he'll hear you running As this blind man tells the blind See the children in the jungle zone Black man woken Till your work is done He can't hide There's nowhere to run Waiting for salvation to come And it's you, coming from far Got a lonely mind to sell Crime of passion, crime of pain How long before I see you again I've been free and I've been high Got a soul, never ask my why