The Blind Leaving the Blind Mvt 1 - Punch Brothers

Tell me what you want me to think

You can lead me to water and you can make me drink

I trust you if you say it’s good

You wouldn’t hurt me and I don’t think you could

Tell me what I don’t need to keep

I’ve over-packed and the sidewalk is steep

To your cathedral at the top of my hill

Makes me tired and dear it always will

Tell my why I haven’t been here

I haven’t changed and nothing’s been revealed

It wants in the blood of the way and the light

It takes my sin Sunday morning and makes me drunk at night

Tell me the more than truth

Go and have the prize you failed to redeem

Don’t tell me that you’ve always known

That I wake up first and you’d wake up alone

The sweet young man goes walking down the street

Wiping the blood off his hands

And it doesn’t look good but he does what he can to erase the signs

But the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime

She snuck up behind him as he knelt by her victim

Whispered I knew you’d come but

There’s nothing to be done and if I was you, I’d run

Cause no woman cares about what you’ve found

When they see any signs of guilt

You kissed his face, you held his hand

You always were a sweet young man

He’s still a mess so he has a car to take him to the fountain at Balboa Park

Where he used to play when he was young

He’s gonna wash off in front of everyone