Testo
Visiting hours are over
Leave my yard, my dirt, my toys
You ain't but a photograph
On the dusty mantel on the door
One day out of every week
Is never enough time to speak
The words to join this half with yours
A house divided, lies confused
Only half my heart is used
Not enough feet to touch these floors
But don't stop whining
Until you're looking for what you're finding
Some people eat anything they're fed
'Cause you know there's something ahead
You just keep making do until you're dead
Until you're
Visiting hours are over
Leave my yard, my dirt, my toys
You ain't but a photograph
On the mantel on the door
But don't stop whining
Until you're looking for what you're finding
Some people eat anything they're fed
'Cause you know there's something ahead
You just keep making do until you're dead
Until you're
