In the meantime, I'll just seem blind It's all just a matter of who can be led Who'll stay to dinner and who's left for dead Thinking of the summer I fell down the stair Warmed by the one bar heater Your long exotic hair (From Bulls to Tekuiti the cattle stand And stare, whichever way, up, down the road There's one thing I would say and it's that...) In the meantime, I'll just seem blind Seems to me sometimes When the weather's clear I started that a week ago And, and, and... Considered as a priviledge Some states of disrepair What is it we can do for you? What is considered fair? I'll tell you