My eyes hatched into the bright The birds chirp and the trees swing lightly In the whirl of wind circling my head I look around but it don't seem right The bird songs and bees and trees just might be False images of my mind mislead And I swear that the blue stain on my t-shirt is just fine And I swear that the grey scar on my black face is not mine And I swear that my rheumy eyes of blur and utter-doubt will clear in time I'm not going blind I'm not color blind Wind fades the trees all disappear Pale birds soar east into the clearing Of a sky lit in shades of bright green and red Now colors start pouring out my ear Just like my sight there goes my hearing Soon I'll be deaf not blind or just both instead And I swear that the blue stain on my t-shirt is just fine And I swear that the grey scar on my black face is not mine And I swear that my rheumy eyes of blur and utter-doubt will clear in time I'm not going blind I'm not color blind