paroles de chanson Homeward Through The Haze - Graham Nash

First rain of winter
First fall from grace
It's my first hollow echo
In the halls of praise
How could Samson
I thought he was blind as a bat
How cold he have torn down
The temple like that
And how could little Caesar
How could he know whereof he spoke
When all of his wheels
Are turning him into a joke
'Cause the blind are leadin' the blind
And I am amazed how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
Got the soul of a ragpicker
Got the mind of a slug
And I keep sweeping problems
Under my rug
And all of my fine
My fine fair weather friends, yeah
Will have no more time
To make their amends
'Cause the blind are leadin' the blind
And I am amazed how they stumble
Homeward through the haze
The blind are leadin' the blind
And I am amazed how they stumble
Homeward through the haze