I look around with my eyes closed I taste the air and I feel the cold I can sense a scene on an autumn day The crunch of leaves and the smell of hay The flavor of flame bustling from the stove The scent of smoke that with ne'er grow old Can all be seen if we stop and rest for a while It's a beauty to see while my eyes are sealed And while they're closed I'm filled with joy And my heart is healed I miss wonders when I taint my senses with this optical nerve And I'd be remiss if I never, felt sight by sense