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!