Black lungs,ntook you in when you were young, nand everyone around you,nsaw their sins so you measured up,nand you wanted to find out,njust how far you could go,nall i wanted was a real you, am I getting through?nnIf I was blind,nsaid that everything's fine,nwould you kick me out the back door,nor would you show me what i'm looking for. nnHolding out for a sign, ncouldn't make up my mind,nwould you kick me out the back door,nor would you show me what i'm looking for.nnBlack lungs,nsaw your face when I called your bluff,nand everything around you,ndissapeared so you had to run,nyou wanted to find out,njust how far you could go,nall I wanted was a real you,nAm I getting through?nnIf I was blind,nsaid that everything's fine,nwould you kick me out the back door,nor would you show me what i'm looking for. nnHolding out for a sign, ncouldn't make up my mind,nwould you kick me out the back door,nor would you show me what i'm looking for.nnThis is a conservation,nthat we only learn to live,nand it make it alone,nbut it can't really work.nnIf I was blind,nsaid that everything's fine,nwould you kick me out the back door,nor would you show me what i'm looking for. nnHolding out for a sign, ncouldn't make up my mind,nwould you kick me out the back door,nor would you show me what i'm looking for.nnCause I've been waiting on the front porch all night.