The Reason For My Blind

I get around by counting
And listening to sounds
It's getting quite a habit
It sometimes gets me down
But there's nothing like a piece of ginger cake
(It sometimes gets me down)

I've cut it up in pieces
And asked for it by name
I've kept a piece till later
It always tastes the same
But I've never seen a piece of ginger cake
(It always tastes the same)

I've saved a piece for Sunday
A long long time to wait
Wrapped it up in silver paper
See the trouble I take
But it's worth it for a piece of ginger cake
(See the trouble I take)

The reason for my blindness
Is not so plain to see
I've tried to find an answer
It's all the same to me
I'd rather have a piece of ginger cake