Cargo - Ruby

You think I’m blind, I can see for miles\nYou think I’m happy 'cause I smile\nBut beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo\nYou think I’m blind, I can see for miles\nYou think I’m gonna fake this smile\nBut I’ll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo\nAnd its pockets full, and its pockets full\nThere’s a whole full of old blind men pointing in one direction\nWith their pockets full\nSo blind, they’re tripping over their own deception\nWith their pockets full\nYou think I’m blind, I can see for miles\nYou think I’m happy 'cause I smile\nBut beneath flies a bird with a neck for a noose and bricks for cargo\nYou think I’m blind, I can see for miles\nYou think I’m gonna fake this smile\nBut I’ll turn it loose on stones and air with its guts for cargo\nAnd its pockets full\nToo, too blind, I wander in the wrong direction\nWith my pockets full\n??? in one direction\nWith my pockets full\nYou think I’m blind, but I can see for miles\nYou think I’m happy — but I can take this smile\nAnd turn it loose to live on stones and air for its own protection\nWith its pockets full\nYou think I’m blind\nYou think I’m blind\nYou think I’m blind