What's On - Sicko

It’s a crystal clear defining point

When I’m out of here

And you’re out of joint

And it’s gotten way off track

So far it’s never coming back

And no markers here to compensate

For the way the trail just dissipates

And I go to sleep

When you want to talk

If I don’t compare I’ll just sit and stare

When you strip everything away

And all you see is what’s on

And what you see is what you get

Find it hard to believe

What you’re sure is real

And can you describe the way you feel

Exactly at this time

Pin the tail, turn it on a dime

Do you love the strong and silent boys

Keep to themselves

Selfish with their toys

And although I know

That’s not what you planned

What’s so hard to understand

When you strip everything away

And all you see is what’s on T. V