Cargo

You think I'm blind, I can see for miles

You think I'm happy 'cause I smile

But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo

You think I'm blind, I can see for miles

You think I'm gonna fake this smile

But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo

And its pockets full, and its pockets full

There's a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction

With their pockets full

So blind, they're tripping over their own deception

With their pockets full

You think I'm blind, I can see for miles

You think I'm happy 'cause I smile

But beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo

You think I'm blind, I can see for miles

You think I'm gonna fake this smile

But I'll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo

And its pockets full

Too, too blind, I wander in the wrong direction

With my pockets full

in one direction

With my pockets full

You think I'm blind, but I can see for miles

You think I'm happy - but I can take this smile

And turn it loose to live on stones and air for its own protection

With its pockets full

You think I'm blind

You think I'm blind

You think I'm blind