Blasting Fonda

I watch the clock, a lot To see where I'm at, in the plot Its like a movie starring me Its all so moving to me And I don't wanna leave This walking dream Its up to you To get me home I won't go in alone [chorus] In days of olden Silence was golden I dreamed of you Hair on my pillow Like a weeping willow Cool breeze blows through There will be no failure I won't be the last Premadonna stuck in a trailer Blasting for the news [Chorus] --- Blasting Fonda - Wilco