When I close my eyes
I can't see the words
or the pictures
or the birds

I miss the people passing by
and the cars
and the planes
and I don't see the clouds floating through the sky

I don't see the sun
and I don't see the stars
I don't wonder if there might be life on mars
I don't see the moon
and I don't see the wolf
as it sings it's lonely song

I don't see rows of corn
flashing past my window
or the children
or the trees
or the stuff in the shop window

But when I close my eyes
and try not to think
I see splashes of color
and flashes of memories
Long since past
And that's when I realize
My eyes aren't the only way to see.