I Wish I Were

I can hardly move and I sure can't groove

And I can hardly see why I'm so afraid

And the days are long, I can't get rid of what's wrong

It's plain to see but the problem is, is, is in meI wish I were a singer, a dancer

Dancing for your loveAm I somewhere in the middle?

Do I count at being special?

Is there a sincerity in anything I say?

Do I know what anything means?

Can I, can I see?I listen to the radio

Not music but the talk shows

I watch a lot of PBS and BBC

I don't want to meet the press

I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared of what I seeThe only thing I recognize

Is the pain in my side

The hunger that I feel

Is the only thing, the only thing that is realI wish I were a singer, a dancer

Dancing for your love