Crosby/Nash Homeward Thru The Haze written by David Crosby
7 7 First rain of winter first fall from grace 7 It's my first hollow echo in the halls of praise 7 How could Samson
I thought he was blind as a bat 7 How could he have torn down the temples like that 7 And how could little Ceasar
How could he know where of he spoke 7 When all of his wheels are turning into a joke
Cause the blind are leading the blind 7 And I am amazed
At how they stumble homeward thru the haze 7 Got the soul of a ragpicker got the mind of a slug 7 I keep sweeping problems under my rug 7 And all of my fine
My fine fair weather friends yeah 7 Will have no more time to make their amends
Cause the blind are leading the blind 7 And I am amazed