Committed To Parkview - Porter Wagoner

There’s a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor

He thinks he’s Hank Williams;

hear him singing through the door

There’s a girl in 203, who stops by to visit me

And she talks about her songs and the star that she should be

There are lots of special people staying in or passing through

And for one thing or another, committed to Parkview

There’s a girl in 307, coming down on Thorazine

And a superstar’s ex-drummer trying to kick Benzedrine

There’s a boy just down below me, who’s the son of some well-known

He was brought in by his mother, because his daddy’s always gone

There’s a bum from down on Broadway and then a few quite well-to-do's

Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview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 writer and a singer who has tried and tried and tried

They just brought him in this morning, an attempted suicide

There are those that never made it, those that did but now are through

Some came of their own good choosing: some committed to Parkview

They wake us about 6: 30, just before the morning meal

While they’re taking blood pressure, they ask us how we feel

And I always say: «Fantastic!

There isn’t nothing wrong with me

And 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: committed to Parkview