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

I never got around yet to telling her so

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