Hospice - Pop. 1280

Given up on reading

My attention can’t hold a page

It’s like I’m on a beach

And the sand is sliding away

But this hotel is grand

And the staff are kind

Keep seeing my brother down the hall

But I’m twenty feet behind

I’m right there if you reach out behind you

But then you turn away

I’m right there if you reach out behind you

But then you turn away

TV’s on in another room

Someone checked out today

People ask me how they’re doing

What am I supposed to say?

Life is like a car crash

Sudden and sweet

Sometimes you’re the automobile

And sometimes you’re the street

I’m right there if you reach out behind you

But then you turn away

I’m right there if you reach out behind you

But then you turn away

Turn, turn away

Turn, turn away

Turn, turn away

Turn away

Turn