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