THE WEAKERTHANS LYRICS

"Hospital Vespers"

Doctors played your dosage like a card trick,
Scrabbled down the hallways yelling Yahtzee.
I brought books on Hopper, and the Artic,
Something called "The Politics Of Lonely,"
A toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus.
You tried not to roll your sunken eyes.

And said "Hey can you help me, I can't reach it."
Pointed at the camera in the ceiling.
I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see.
Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling.
Before the nurses came, took you away,
I stood there on a chair and watched you pray.

Thanks to Matt for these lyrics

Thanks to Audrey for correcting these lyrics

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