I cannot see anything,
and attempting to see anything in this state,
is a mistake for there is no clarity in this state,
for the only definition is a cloudy vision,
oh, what am I to say,
oh, what am I to say,
for I cannot see where I should be,
and my vision is as blurry as can be,
and the path I think I am far from it,
far from where I should be,
and it is a mystery which way I should go,
and I cannot truly see,
but I know where I want to be,
I want to be with you,
I want to be with you,
yes, I do,
and I am little drunk you see,
and staggering down the street,
well, drunk is an understatement,
but it brings humour to all those that I see,
and if eventually I find my home,
and I am not found asleep up a tree,
will you hold me,
and will you cuddle me and kiss me,
in my self-inflicted misery,
I hope so,
and I will persevere,
because your arms and your warmth,
is much better than being found asleep naked in a tree.
