FLY - Album: Reality - Lyrics and music by David Bowie

The television's on but 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're set up in the 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 screaming in my head But 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 and I'm crying in my car Dying for the weekend   The kids have got a gig at an all night rave They're looking pretty tough but I still want to say "Do you really have to go?"   Down in the backstreet a skinny kid cries Bad Drug Saturday another life flies Dying for the weekend   And I'll be fine, I'm only screaming in my head But 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 screaming in my head But I can fly, I close my eyes and I can fly