Counting Crows

The devils in the dreamin
He tells you Im not sleepin
In my hotel room alone
With nothing to believe in
You dive into the traffic rising up
And its so quiet
Youre surprised and then you wake
For all the things youre losing
You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change
And Im going down to hollywood
Theyre gonna make a movie from the things
That they find crawling round my brain
I wish I was a girl
So that you could believe me
And I could shake this static every time I try to sleep
I wish for all the world
That I could say
Hey, elizabeth, you know Im doing all right
These days
The devils in the dreamin
You see yourself descending
From the building to the ground
And you watch the sky receding
And you spin to see the traffic
Rising up and its so quiet
And youre surprised and then you wake
For all the things Im losing
I might as well resign myself to try and make a change
And Im going down to hollywood
Theyre gonna make a movie from the things