Homeward Through the Haze (Alternate Mix) - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
First rain of winter
First fall from grace
First hollow echo
In the halls of praise
How could Samson
I thought he was blind
Have gone put down
The temples like that
And how could little Caesar
Know whereof he spoke
When all of his
Wheels are turning him into a joke
'Cause the blind are leading the blind
And I am amazed at how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
The soul of a ragpicker
The mind of a slug
I keep sweeping problems
Under my rug
And all of my fine
My fine fair
Will have no more time
To make their amends
'Cause the blind are leading the blind
And I am amazed at how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
The blind are leading the blind
And I am amazed at how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
