(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.