Fly

The television's on But I'm walking through the yard The house is fast asleep But I'm crying in my car Dying for the weekend The kids are alright But they don't smile much They sit up in their carriage With their decks and their stuff Dying for the weekend The boys are in charge But his mother doesn't know He never got around Yet to telling her son It would only make her crazy And I'll be fine I'm only sleeping in my head And I can fly I close my eyes and I can fly The television's on But I'm walking through the yard The house is fast asleep But I'm crying in my car Dying for the weekend The kids have got a gig In an all night rave They're lookin' pretty tough But I still want to say Do you really have to go? Down in the back street A skinny kid cries Bad drive Saturday Another life flies Dying for the weekend And I'll be fine I'm only sleeping in my head And I can fly I close my eyes and I can fly And I can fly And fall toward the end And I can fly And I'll be fine I'm only sleeping in my head And I can fly I close my eyes and I can fly