Committed To Parkview
There s a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor
and he thinks he s Hank Williams, hear him singing through the door.
There s a girl in 202 who stops by to visit me
and she talks about her songs and the star that she should be.
There s a lot of real fine talent, staying in or passing through
and for one thing or another, they re committed to Parkview.
There s a girl in 207 coming down on Thorazine
and a superstars ex-drummer, trying to kick Benzedrine.
There s a real fine country singer, who has tried and tried and tried.
They just bought him in this morning, an attempted suicide.
There are those that never made it, those that did and now are through.
Some came of their own good choosing, some committed to Parkview.
There s a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead.
They don t know what she has taken that has scrambled up her head.
There s a boy just down below me who s the son of some well known.
He was brought in by his mother cause his daddy s always gone.
There s a bum from down on Broadway and a few quite well to do s.
Who have withdrawn from the rat-race and committed to Parkview.
They wake me bout 6.30, just before the morning meal.
While they re taking my blood pressure, they ask us how we feel.
And I always say fantastic but there ain t nothing wrong with me.
Then they give me my injection and I go right back to sleep.
And my days are kind of foggy and my nights are dreamy too.
But they re taking good care of me while committed to Parkview.
Enjoy!