Behind The Wall Of Sleep - The Smithereens

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton, back in 1965

She had legs that never ended

I was halfway paralyzed

She was tall and cool and pretty

And she dressed as black as coal

If she’d ask me to, I’d murder

I would gladly lose my soul

Now I lie in bed and think of her

Sometimes I even weep

Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep

Well she held a bass guitar and

She was playing in a band

And she stood just like Bill Wyman

Now I am her biggest fan

Now I know I’m one of many who

Would like to be your friend

And I’ve got to find a way

To let you know I’m not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her

Sometimes I even weep

Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep

Got your number from a friend of mine

Who lives in your hometown

Called you up to have a drink

Your roommate said you weren’t around

Now I know I’m one of many

Who would like to be your friend

And I’ve got to find a way to

Let you know I’m not like them

Now I lie in bed and think of her

Sometimes I even weep

Then I dream of her, behind the wall of sleep…

Behind the wall of sleep, behind the wall of sleep

Behind the wall of Sleep