When a Blind Man Cries - Axel Rudi Pell

If you’re leaving, close the door

I’m not expecting people any more

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