Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old when nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here.
I'm tired of the bombs,
I'm tired of the bullets,
I'm tired of the crazies on TV,
I'm the aviator,
A dream's a dream whatever it seems.
I'm tired of the news,
I'm tired of the weather,
I'm tired of the same things every day,
I'm the aviator,
A dream's a dream whatever they say.
I'm tired of the bombs,
I'm tired of the bullets,
I'm tired of the crazies on TV,
I'm the aviator,
A dream's a dream whatever it seems.
I'm tired of the news,
I'm tired of the weather,
I'm tired of the same things every day,
I'm the aviator,
A dream's a dream whatever they say.
I need love to come home,
Somewhere there must be one.
Hoping someday for good news,
Waiting for that girl to choose
Only hoping, all I can do -
Only hoping.
Sweet child, in time you'll see the line,
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad.
See the blind man shooting at the world,
Bullets flying taking toll.
The daylight fades and the stars come out,
But there's never much to talk about,
Another day goes rushing by, and here we are just wondering why
We have to belong with a sense of purpose,
If you're leaving close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
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.
My broken heart has bled,
With memories of a love that's dead,
Sometimes happy then sad.
I need love, love help me.
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