I'm a little worried about a couple of things The snow is lightly falling so the sky's ok For a boy who's learned to talk who knows a thing or two about love who's gone a little out of style Stays true to words he spoke and believes That blindness is the truest thing to faith and blindness is the loving steps we take The sun's across the street now, you walk with me I petition for the traffic to go away There's something that I know It's as pretty as a stone It sits quiet in the breeze as I get down on my knees to pray that blindness keeps us true in all we say and blindness means we never have to look away It's a shame beyond your ways There's hardly left a taste of a true love lived in troubled ways such as blindness, such as faith