I watch a lot of PBS and BBC
I wish I were a singer, a dancer
I listen to the radio
Do I count at being special?
The hunger that I feel
Not music but the talk shows
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared of what I see
The only thing I recognize
Is there a sincerity in anything I say?
Am I somewhere in the middle?
Is the only thing, the only thing that is real
I wish I were a singer, a dancer
Do I know what anything means?
Can I, can I see?
Dancing for your love
I don't want to meet the press
Is the pain in my side
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 me
