I feel like I want to break out of the house
My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth
I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest
I want to scream in the night, I want a manifestI've got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-in-the-morning feeling
I've got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine
I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I've never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machineI'm dreaming... from the waist on down
I'm dreaming... but I feel tired and bound
I'm dreaming... of a day when a cold shower helps my health
I'm dreaming... dreaming - of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myselfSound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice
I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed
I'm too old to give up, but too young to restI've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
Feeling social when the world is sleeping
The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented down
I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the morning
Here comes the yawning demented clownI'm dreaming...but I know it's all hot air
I'm dreaming...I'll get back to that rocking chair
I'm dreaming...of the day I can share the wealth
I'm dreaming...dreaming - of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself
Hey, hey!
The day I can control myself
Songwriters
PETE TOWNSHENDPublished by
Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC GROUP