Sitting in your room alone
Playing with yourself, do you like it?
Really like it?
You're all alone; this cannot be
Just you and no one else, do you like it?
Really like it?
Now you're staring at the sky
Wondering how the clouds can be formed
Are the pictures in your head the same
As drawings from a reverie?
Water in the air and then deformed
Is it changing what you see?
Stare through your window
Creating your own little show
Passing through the fields and
Counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California roads you fly by
But if you stare too long
Through your window, it's easy to cry
Hey, Johnny, now who's the boss?
How's the weather inside?
Do you like it?
Do you really like it?
We get away with everything
You can see that we're outside, and we like it
We really like it
Why so somber through the glass?
Get up off your b*** and come join us
Soon you'll play the day away
So please don't get hysterical
We know you can't come out
Because you're grounded
Just stare through your window
Creating your own little show
Passing through the fields
And counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California roads you fly by
But if you stare too long
If you stare too long through your window, it's easy to cry
Oh, but it's over now, or has it just begun?
You're still bound by your stupid rules
And all your friends are outside
The clouds in the sky
And they're hoping you'll be there soon
You want to feel the wave
See the tide
And stare at the big blue sky
You want to see the sun
And the moon
And to your rules goodbye
You want to feel the wave
With your eyes
To see outside again
You want to feel alive
Feel alive
Playing with yourself, do you like it?
Really like it?
You're all alone; this cannot be
Just you and no one else, do you like it?
Really like it?
Now you're staring at the sky
Wondering how the clouds can be formed
Are the pictures in your head the same
As drawings from a reverie?
Water in the air and then deformed
Is it changing what you see?
Stare through your window
Creating your own little show
Passing through the fields and
Counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California roads you fly by
But if you stare too long
Through your window, it's easy to cry
Hey, Johnny, now who's the boss?
How's the weather inside?
Do you like it?
Do you really like it?
We get away with everything
You can see that we're outside, and we like it
We really like it
Why so somber through the glass?
Get up off your b*** and come join us
Soon you'll play the day away
So please don't get hysterical
We know you can't come out
Because you're grounded
Just stare through your window
Creating your own little show
Passing through the fields
And counting the rows
You're counting the rows as you go by
The driving machines are
Pouring water on the stones
Of the California roads you fly by
But if you stare too long
If you stare too long through your window, it's easy to cry
Oh, but it's over now, or has it just begun?
You're still bound by your stupid rules
And all your friends are outside
The clouds in the sky
And they're hoping you'll be there soon
You want to feel the wave
See the tide
And stare at the big blue sky
You want to see the sun
And the moon
And to your rules goodbye
You want to feel the wave
With your eyes
To see outside again
You want to feel alive
Feel alive