Fly de David Bowie

The television's on but I'm walking through the yard
The house is fast alseep 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 garage 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 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 but I'm walking through the yard
The house is fast alseep 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 flys

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 towards 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