Fly

David Bowie

The television's on 
And I'm walking through the yard 
The house is fast asleep 
And 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 garage 
With their decks and their stuff 
Dying for the weekend
The boy's on a 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 
And I'm walking through the yard 
The house is fast asleep 
And 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