Committed to Parkview

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by his mother, 'cause his daddy's always gone There's a bum from down on Broadway and a few quite well-to-do's Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview There's a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead They don't know what she has taken that has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 who 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 ain'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