Blind - The Parlor

We keep getting all hung up on the child

Losing all our confidence in style

Because we only go out driving

When the sun is in our eyes

Somewhere new, somewhere far, ‘til we’re blind

Catskill mountain highway

Take me somewhere past the hills

And the shadows that we’re casting

Growing long across the Kills

Forever in the evening in the chill

Somewhere new, somewhere far, ‘til we’re blind