Sometimes I wake in the night And my skin's too tight And my room's too small I could bounce around inside it like a rubber ball I hear the walls groan and the crowd call Would it help me any if I headed for the light Called a rescue line Spoke to somebody on the outside Until I fit right into the stereotype Still wouldn't feel part of a living world Of a living world If I put the radio on And the T.V. on Threw the windows wide Listened to the sound of the cars rushing by Let my mind go with the traffic flow Still wouldn't feel part of a living world Of a living world And I know it's a living world But do I want to crawl from under my rock And make out in a living world In the wide streets and the bright shops If I changed my attack Tried running with the pack Moved away from my spot Taxied down the runway for a take-off To where the sky's clear and the sun's hot If I zapped through my channels And improved my mind Re-designed for the times Worked twenty-four hours, then exercised Until I fit right into the stereotype Still wouldn't feel part of a living world Of a living world And I know it's a living world But do I want to crawl from under my rock And make out in a living world In the wide streets and the bright shops