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Homeward through the haze

Crosby,Stills,Nash & Young
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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 could he have torn down a 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 leading the blind And I am amazed how they stumble Homeward through the haze Got the soul of a rag picker, 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 leading the blind And I am amazed how they stumble Homeward through the haze Stumble The blind are leading the blind And I am amazed how they stumble Homeward through the haze