The Blind Leaving the Blind

First Movement

Part One

Tell me what you want me to think
You can lead me to water, 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 over-packed and the sidewalk is steep
To your cathedral at the top of Nob Hill
It makes me tired and, dear, it always will

Tell me why I haven't been healed
I haven't changed and nothing's been revealed
And what's in the blood of the Way and the Light
That takes my sin Sunday morning and
Makes me drunk at night?

Tell me that I'm more than a dream
A golden-haired prize you failed to redeem
Don't tell me that you've always known
That I'd wake up first and you'd wake up alone

Part Two

The sweet young man
Goes walking down the street wiping blood off his hands
And it doesn't look good but he does what he can
To erase the signs
Of the nightmare he faced at the scene of the crime
She snuck up behind him
As he knelt by her victim
She whispered, "I knew you'd come
But there's nothing to be done
And if I were you I'd run
'Cause no one cares
About how you felt
When they see any sign of guilt
You kissed its face
You held its hand
You always were a sweet young man"

He's still a mess
So he hires 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 God and everyone

Second Movement

I'm back in the moment where I belong
Turns out four years was four years too long
It's over, and I'm over it
She sang me a song that I wrote for her
The she said, "I like the tune but not the words"
It's over, and I'm over it
You collected the moments I threw away
Said to yourselves, "He's gonna want them back
The day it's over
And he's over it"

Friends, let's drink 'til our hearts break open
And our hands feel empty
Though they're full all the time
It's so nice in here, I'm so glad you're here
Can we just stay here all the time?
Walk me home, we'll watch the sun come up
Don't leave me alone 'cause I've been left enough
It's over, I'll get over it

Friends, let's drink to my indiscretions
I woke up with a number and a name
That I don't want, that I won't use again
But would you proofread any messages I send
'Til it's over, and I'm over it

Third Movement

Part One

O woman, I'm your servant
I don't know anything but I'm ready to learn
O woman, I'm starving for your approval
Be kind to me

The big city calls and your daughters are smiling
In the windows of apartment buildings
I bet I look about as small as I feel

Thank you Jesus, can I have another?
And another?
Thank you Lord
But if it pleases Thee to have them
Banging down the door
Couldst Thou let 'em know what they're in for
Ain't good for You or me or them
Amen

O woman, I'm your servant
Asking for the right to look you in the eye
O woman, I'm dying for you to notice
How far I've come
I'm moving downtown and your
Daughters are walking by me
I believe they're still deciding
If they like having me around
If they like having me around
I need to know why

Goodwill's coming by to collect a box
I filled with things I hate about myself
Things I liked before I got here
Then I'll pick her up and we'll do
Anything she wants or anything they want
Or anything you want, O woman, I don't care
Part Two
Lord, I'd be in your debt
If you'd help me forget
That Heaven's mine for trying

'Cause Lord, I don't know why
You'd give me so much life
To live resigned to dying

Fourth Movement

I'm coming back, my friends
From the deep and bitter end
Where I was so concerned
That we would be the ones who burned
The more scared, the safer
The more grateful for the grape juice
And the wafer
I sound done
And I feel done
But I'm not done
Unless he'd give up on a lost son

I need to hear him say
"You and your friends can come in
Your thoughts and that girl can come in
Your parents and brothers are here
I let them in
Who told you I wouldn't let you all in
You are my children"

Heaven shine through the stars,
The city lights and the nearest bars
Where I'll be with my friends
Hiding from the bitter end
The armor and the weapons
Were a strange way to show them my affection

I sound done
And I feel done
But I'm not done
Unless you'd give up on a lost son

written by Chris Thile

performed by Punch Brothers