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
I can get a handle on it
Time is a memory
Time is ticking
Time is a memory
Time is illusion