myopically

now you're gone
it's hotels, whiskey, and sad luck dames
and i don't care if they miss me
i never remember their names
they say if you get far enough away
you'll be on your way back home
well i'm at the station
and i can't get back on the train

must be blind love
only kind of love is stone blind love
blind love
the only kind of love is stone blind love
with your blind love
oh it's blind love
stone blind love

now the streets turning blue
the dogs are barking
and the night has come
and these tears that are falling
from your blue eyes now
i wonder where you are
i whisper your name
the only way to find you
is if i close my eyes
and find you with my blind love

-tom waits