"Mysterious Power" lyrics
Ezra Furman & The Harpoons Lyrics
God I am nothing but a boy in my room
But when I stand at the windowsill and I look at the moon
And I know something is rising to another dimension
Going out of my mind and way across the Midwestern expanses
It dances out under the stars it's a prayer and it's there when I'm riding in cars
And when I'm listening to music, when I'm watching TV
I don't know how to say it, I get down on my knees, in my room
In the evening, when no one's around, I turn on the radio and turn up the sound
I say no, no don't fall through
I need you
Call me up right now
I'd call you but I don't know how
It started out when I was 10 years old
I climbed into the driver's seat, the car started to roll down a hill
And I fell deep in love with a lady who I hadn't yet met
Oh but she made me her baby, right then found a pen
Started writing a poem, and it's not done, I continue every time I'm alone
And I know that she's out there, and I know you can hear me
How I'd love to be real, and I want you to be near me, but the radio's broken
The phone's out of service, and we've got no connection and it's making me nervous
I say no, no don't fall out
I call out
In this night's last hour
I'm feeling that mysterious power
God I am nothing but a boy in my room
A boy in my room feeling that mysterious power
But when I stand at the windowsill and I look at the moon
And I know something is rising to another dimension
Going out of my mind and way across the Midwestern expanses
It dances out under the stars it's a prayer and it's there when I'm riding in cars
And when I'm listening to music, when I'm watching TV
I don't know how to say it, I get down on my knees, in my room
In the evening, when no one's around, I turn on the radio and turn up the sound
I say no, no don't fall through
I need you
Call me up right now
I'd call you but I don't know how
It started out when I was 10 years old
I climbed into the driver's seat, the car started to roll down a hill
And I fell deep in love with a lady who I hadn't yet met
Oh but she made me her baby, right then found a pen
Started writing a poem, and it's not done, I continue every time I'm alone
And I know that she's out there, and I know you can hear me
How I'd love to be real, and I want you to be near me, but the radio's broken
The phone's out of service, and we've got no connection and it's making me nervous
I say no, no don't fall out
I call out
In this night's last hour
I'm feeling that mysterious power
God I am nothing but a boy in my room
A boy in my room feeling that mysterious power
Writer(s): Ezra Furman
