Behind The Wall Of Sleep

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 asked 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

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 home town

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 just 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