Summer and the Magic Trick - The Sidekicks

A sign that reads 'let's fix what’s broke'

How about that line of thought’s a cruel joke

Why don’t we both just line our coats

With all we cherish most and haggle?

'Cause if you’re always looking for the fix

You’ll never see the current trips

Colors of the horses and saddles

Addled with the constant chore of getting better

But I can’t find it

No, I can’t find it

I can’t find it

What I should to be good?

Summer found a magic trick

Where the same thing that fixes makes you sick

But ginger ale and a saltine

Isn’t quite the kind that Summer means

Sick of the nothing that you do

Sick of staring at the tube

At marathons of food and dancing stars

I wish we had one last waltz to heal our hungry hearts

But I can’t find it

No, I can’t find it

I can’t find it

What I should to be good?

But I can’t find it

No, I can’t find it

I can’t find it

What I should to be?

It’s hard to heal when you can’t really feel what’s wrong

And feeling good doesn’t make for feel-good songs

But Summer sang a sad one and it felt good singing along

Summer sang a sad one but it felt good to sing along

And in that second it felt good

A sign that reads 'let's fix what’s broke'

How about that line of thought’s a cruel joke