Four Sheets To The Wind Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am four sheets to the wind
Going blind
And I can't make up my mind
If I should shout or sing!

Or just, follow-you
Let you be my guide

Everything I hold inside is magnified
Oh, yes I am going blind
I am going out of my mind.
With pent-up passions to confide.

Oh, yes, I am four sheets to the wind.
But inside I could sing!

Follow the windings of a raging stream.
If, if it believes in a dream.
Let's not oversimplify the sunlight.
Let's not oversimplify moonlight.

Oh, am I losing my mind?
Oh, am I going blind?
Gazing into your eyes
Oh, it's now I realise what love implies.

I just want one more curfew,
Lockdown with you
Oh, yes I am four sheets to the wind.
But inside I could sing!

Have your hands embrace me like a velvet wind.
Unlock me, all parts touched and quantified.
Everything I hold inside is magnified.
Oh, am I going out of my mind?
With pent-up passions to confide.