The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
The Wood Brothers
Everything I need is blowing in the breeze
Everything I want is just down stream
Everything between my ears is just a dream
I never stay still, I'm always in motion
Flying in a tin can, hanging by a shoe
Sitting on a plastic throne, living like a king
Stuck in a dream
Stuck in a dream
It's only American heartache
It's only American heartache
I wanna make peace but I don't have the skills
When I feel pain I reach for the pills
I wish I had a body of steel but I'm over the hill
Stuck in a dream
Stuck in a dream
It's only American heartache
It's only American heartache
Nothing is wrong, nothing's at stake
I only feel bad when I can't have nothing at all
I only feel bad when I can't have nothing at all
Stuck in a dream
Stuck in a dream
It's only American heartache
It's only American heartache
It's only American heartache
It's only American heartache
It's only American heartache
I only feel bad when I can't have it all