Are you sick of being tired? Are you tired of being sick?
How did I get to where it pours Never rains Highway-lost Out of range My time A memory
As you grip for the future It slips out of your hands The bitter-sweet truth You know too well You’ve got to take it You’ve got to face it where you stand
Get out of your own damn way You must be out of your mind
Don’t ask if refusal offends
Are you sick of being tired? Are you tired of being sick?
I can get a handle on it
Time is a memory (fading) Time is ticking (fleeting) Time is a memory (after) Time is illusion
Don't ask if refusal offends
Get out of your own damn way You must be out of your mind
As you grip for the future It slips out of your hands The bitter-sweet truth You know too well You’ve got to take it where you stand
Grip on the future It slips out of your hands The bitter-sweet truth You know too well You’ve got to take it You'd better face it where you stand!