When all else fails, I’ve got my inner ear.
It tells me much that else I’d never know
because my vision rarely is so clear
and can’t discern the common in the queer
or tell my triumphs from my failures. So…
when all else fails, I’ve got my inner ear
to sense the poison dart, the flying spear,
my enemy’s approach, his stone’s close throw.
Because my vision rarely is so clear,
my adversary makes me his career.
I flee him like a hog or wounded doe.
When all else fails, I’ve got my inner ear.
I listen in on voices I can’t peer
and catch my own. Yes, I’m my ownmost foe!
Because my vision rarely is so clear,
I only know this through the sonic mirror
that echoes back my tones of grim and woe.
When all else fails, I’ve got my inner ear…
because my vision rarely is so clear.