I appear to be Comfortably Numb.
Well, that's good, right?
And you, with your shuttered, laughing eyes,
In your shining second skin -
Where do you go when a good day's work
Has paid you the wages of sin?
I know that now and then you wait
Curled up by the telephone;
How in the world can he possibly think
That you never feel alone?
I would like to officially state that, no matter how chirpy I am - and I really am very perky just now - Things Are Not OK.