I've been pouring medicine
Out the bottles in my apartment
Lie still, little metal pill
Friend who makes me kill my relationships
The pretty lady talked to me
"Here, this will help you to see through the wool you wear"
So she took my hand and, in my eyes,
She looked and she sighed: "Two to kill your cares"
The lights are dimming softly
Maybe half a coffee now
The whitecoat politicians
Only want to bring you down
Living in the psych wing
It's the damndest thing if your head's on straight
Doctor, why'd you have to shock her?
Did you even try to talk her into coming home from midnight Haight?
The lights are dimming softly
Maybe half a coffee now
The whitecoat politicians
Only want to bring you down
Hey!
But if you want to make me happy
You could let me take you home
The night is beckoning so
Why don't you call me on the phone?
Yeah, call me on the phone