Blind as Babies
Words and Music by Peter Mathieson


(Originally released on the Vignette album. Coming Home (out of print) 1982)


Like so many times before this, on a cold and cloudy day
We sat before the fire, just to chase the gray away
Then we reminisced together, about the good old days
When three musketeers, all went their separate ways

Blind as Babies, to the world outside
Blind as Babies, and naïve as a blushing bride
Blind as Babies, then we cross the great divide

No need for possessions, beyond this old guitar
Something’ from the junk heap, we refer to as my car
Where we’d sit and talk for hours, until the dawn began to creep
Then we’d go home again, to sleep our carefree sleep

Blind as Babies, to the world outside
Blind as Babies, and naïve as a blushing bride
Blind as Babies, then we cross the great divide

Now on a 747, on the way to Montreal
I think back on the others, and I can’t help but recall
How betrayed we felt that morning, when our dreams began to fall
As each one must, as they outgrow their walls

Blind as Babies, to the world outside
Blind as Babies, and naïve as a blushing bride
Blind as Babies, then we cross the great divide

©Willowdown Publishing, BMI