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 time 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