HOSPITAL DAYS
(E. Ridenour)

I’d stay up late
Hospital days
Hospital days with a tray
On my bedside table, waiting for you to come
Past the red car
Out into the street
I’d watch you out of my window
Fumbling for the door that would lead to me

And all I’d have to do those days
Was turn my head aside on the pillow
Close my little eyes
And they would take you from my side
Oh my little wind-up toy
Flapping your mechanical arms in the air
You’d see me sleeping
So you’d wake me up to cry

One little room
One magazine
Hospital days when enough was enough
and too much was finally too much for me
White Venetian blinds
Stripes on the floor
One glass of juice in the morning
And I don’t need to always be needing more

And will you kindly wipe your feet, my dear?
Tracking in the problems we left outside
My room is clean for once
Don’t breathe those words on me
Cause all I want to say these days is,
"Yes Doctor, no Doctor,
I feel fine thanks, Doctor
Tell me I can stay another week"

Hospital days
Hospital days
If you’ll let me say nothing to you I will
Lie here while you don’t say a word to me
You should try this out
You can watch TV
You can sit on my bed, you can have this Jell-O
You can stay till it’s time to leave

There’s Better Homes and Gardens here
A fishing magazine and a bible, there’s
Puzzles you can work
And there are games that you can play
And I don’t want to talk about
This white knuckle love that you brought me, cause
How I really feel depends on
What you’d make me say

John Gibson - Drums, Harmony Vocal
Erin Johnson - Keyboard, Harmony Vocal
Elizabeth Heiger - Violin
Eric Ridenour - Guitar, Vocal
Sarah Spelbring - Bass