Grace Hospital

I'm walkin' down the corridor

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital

I'm gonna make it to the end

I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend

I can hear my slippers a-slappin'

I can feel my gown a-flappin'

I've got my whole being set into making it to the end

Of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

These are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?

Don't I take good care of you, Joe?

Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I don't have your mail

I'm not the friggin' mailman

I'm going to make it to the end

And when I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette

They make it very hard to smoke here

But I've got it all figured out

They make it hard and that builds up your strength

And then they want you to check out

There's a man in traffic below

He's all revved up with nowhere to go

He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops roll

Roll down his windshield

He's stuck in rush hour traffic and he's sayin'

"Oh, I shoulda bought that farm in the country

I woulda been home by now

I woulda been milkin' cows and sloppin' pigs

And sayin' benign things to my benign wife"

"Instead of sittin' here lookin' up the tail-pipe

Of someone I do not even know and probably wouldn't like

And lookin' up at the face at the end

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital"

I'm walking down the corridor

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital

Everything's green here, like a green nightmare

They come every Thursday morning

They spend an hour in the boardroom making decisions like this

They say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, like the trees

That'll make everyone brighten up and feel so happy

Make 'em feel so pleased"

Well, I'm so pleased that when I get out of here

I'm gonna write fuckin' greeting cards

Tellin' everyone how sweet it is here

Green, it just reminds everybody of their own shit

And their own puke and oh, the blonde, she pats her hair

And she tastes aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips and oh

"Daniel" Yes, "Would you come into the office please?"

I'm walkin' down the corridor

Of the Grace Hospital

I'm gonna look out at the rain

At the sweet, sweet rain

There's a man in traffic below

Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe

Of someone I do not know and probably would not even like

And watchin' this face at the end

Of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital

Lookin' out at the goddamn rain

I'm walkin' down the corridor

I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm gonna make it to the end

I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers a-slappin'

Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn mail

And if you don't keep your dog tied up

I'm gonna have the dog catcher come

I don't care if you're ninety years old and he's sixteen

And you've been together all this time

He's gonna take him away, don't ask me for the mail

"Daniel, will you come into the office?"

I'm walking down the corridor of the Grace Hospital

Me and my bride, there's gonna be a wedding today

I'm feeling so happy inside, oh, me and my rolling bride

Here we go hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my only friend

When I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below

And I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my head

And everyone will look up and think that I'm lookin' out at the rain

As if it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen

The Grace Hospital is a terminal hospital

And everybody knows that and

And maybe that's why the food's so bad and

And can I see your fucking boarding passes please, oh?

Last night someone came into my room

And they took my bag of sugar water

And they must have changed it for some strange potion

'Cause now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange ocean

There's a man in traffic

Instead I'm sittin' here in traffic

Lookin' up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string

At the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital

Lookin' out at the goddamn rain

Like it's the sweetest thing that he's ever seen

O, I'm gonna save myself

I'm running down the corridor

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital

Me and my family, come on everybody

We're heading down the runway, we're gonna kick this thing

Come on Mrs. Bergman, there'll be so much mail

I'm taking off of the runway

I'm moving out into the rain, out into the rain

Out into the sweet goddamn, sweet goddamn rain