Dreaming From The Waist

(album: The Who By Numbers - 1975)

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 manifest
I'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 and cool down in a dream machine

I'm dreaming from the waist on down
I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound
I'm dreaming of the day that a cold shower helps my health
I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself

Sound 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 rest
I'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 like 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 clown

I'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 a day when 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