Chris DeGarmo)

Little girls sits in the corner
locked in a stare
Arms waving madly at something
that sadly isn't there
Dressed in the day's best by a nurse
who's nowhere to be found
What does she see?
Maybe she's looking at me

Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair
wearing a gown,
shouting and cursing at someone who clearly
isn't around
Father Time has twisted his mind The staff says,
"He's not well!"
To whom does he speak?
Maybe he's speaking to me

So we keep these people inside these walls,
from society
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd,
they can't leave
You have left them here for me

So we keep these people behind these walls,
from society
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd,
they can't leave
Through the doors come people like me,
good-bye to them
They see a picture few of us see
They can't leave
You've left them here for me