Visiting hours are over,
Leave my yard, my bed, my toys.
You wait by the photograph,
On the dusty mantle on the door.
One day out of every week
Is never enough to speak
The words that join this half with yours.
A house divided,
Life confused.
Only half my heart is used,
Not enough feet
To touch these floors.
But don't stop whining until you're
Looking for what you're finding.
Some people'll eat anything they're fed.
Don't you know there's something ahead?
You just keep making do until you're dead,
Until you're...
Visiting hours are over,
Leave my yard, my bed, my toys.
You wait by the photograph,
On the mantle on the door.
But don't stop whining until you're
Looking for what you're finding.
Some people'll eat anything they're fed.
Don't you know there's something ahead?
You just keep making do until you're dead,
Until you're...