Von Bieker - Alberta Hospital Lyrics

Visiting hours
Alberta hospital
The closer lot was full
So I parked around the side
I watched the smokers drawing in
A breath from miles out of the city
And exhaling with a sigh

I take my time going in
Going in is never easy
Never knowing if
You're pale or full of life
The piston slide of bolted steel
And I'm inside again, it's real
The cold smell
And the aimless wandering

And I wait
To hold your hands
And ask you how
You feel today
And try to say
A hopeful word
A hopeful word

They've got the puzzles out
The TV's showing Dr. Phil
And Dorothy's playing Mozart
On that out of tune piano
We play checkers and lose interest
Trying not to voice the darkness
That is filling both our heads

And I wait
Until the hands point down
And your food's coming round
And it's time to leave
Only for me
I love you
Until next time

I'm Intercepted by a young man
In a cloud-thin hospital gown
Shooting at me with his
Tape recorder gun
I shake my and laugh
But as I'm driving home I start to cry
I've been wounded
Next time you could be that guy

And we wait
Till the hands reach down
And the healing comes
Or it's time to leave
For you or me
I love you
Until next time