Queensryche

(Chris DeGarmo)
Little girl sits in the corner
locked in a stare.
Arms waiving madly at something
that sadly isnt there.
Dressed in the days best by a nurse
whos nowhere to be found.
What does she see ?
Maybe shes looking at me.
Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair
wearing a gown,
shouting and cursing at someone who clearly
isnt around.
Father Time has twisted his mind. The staff says,