Bm 
If you're leaving, close the door. 
A                        Bm 
I'm not expecting people anymore. 
Bm 
Hear me greaving, lying on the floor. 
A                           Bm 
Whether I'm drunk or dead I really ain't too sure. 
 
Bm              D 
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man. 
G               Em 
And my world is pale. 
Bm                      D 
When a blind man cries, 
              G  F#/D     Em         Bm 
Lord you know there ain't no sadder tale.