I Wish I Was a Girl Counting Crows

The devil's in the dreaming
He tells you I'm not sleeping
In my hotel room alone
With nothing to believe in
You dive into the traffic rising up
And it's so quiet
You're surprised and then you wake

For all the things you're losing
You might as well resign yourself to try and make a change
And I'm going down to Hollywood
They're going to 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, Elisabeth, you know I'm doing alright these days"

The devil's in the dreaming
You see yourself descending from a building to the ground
You watch the sky receding
You spin to see the traffic rising up
And it's so quiet
You're surprised
And then you wake