Little white horses on carousels and quicksand
Am I one of you, or one of them?
Television dulls my senses and reactions
I can’t seem to find my way again

Stranger that I call joy is who you are when I’m too far down
When there’s so many inside voices calling
Where do I, where do I run right now

Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see
Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see

I can get caught up on little things and missteps
You would build a ground beneath my feet
When I get lost I’m out of my mind, too in my head
You’re the camera to focus me

Stranger that I call joy is who you are when I’m too far down
When there’s so many inside voices calling
Where do I, where do I run right now

Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see
Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see

Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see
Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see

Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see
Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see

Be my eyes, be my eyes
Be my eyes, be my eyes
When I can’t see