Is this the real life?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality...

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see...

*waking you up*