Grace hospital lyrics

Artist  : Jane siberry 
Song : 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 `cuz 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.