Grace Hospital Lyrics - Jane Siberry

I'm walkin' down the corridor 

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital 

I'm gonna make it to the end 

I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is my only friend 

I can hear my slippers a-slappin' 

I can feel my gown a-flappin' 

I've got my whole being set into making it to the end 

Of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital 

These are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'? 

Don't I take good care of you, Joe? 

Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What? No, I don't have your mail 

I'm not the friggin' mailman 

I'm going to make it to the end 

And when I make it to the end I will smoke my cigarette 

They make it very hard to smoke here 

But I've got it all figured out 

They make it hard and that builds up your strength 

And then they want you to check out 

There's a man in traffic below 

He's all revved up with nowhere to go 

He's a-cursin' and a-swearin' and watchin' the rain drops roll 

Roll down his windshield 

He's stuck in rush hour traffic and he's sayin' 

"Oh, I shoulda bought that farm in the country 

I woulda been home by now 

I woulda been milkin' cows and sloppin' pigs 

And sayin' benign things to my benign wife" 

"Instead of sittin' here lookin' up the tail-pipe 

Of someone I do not even know and probably wouldn't like 

And lookin' up at the face at the end 

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital" 

I'm walking down the corridor 

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital 

Everything's green here, like a green nightmare 

They come every Thursday morning 

They spend an hour in the boardroom making decisions like this 

They say, "Oh yes, green like the grass, like the trees 

That'll make everyone brighten up and feel so happy 

Make 'em feel so pleased" 

Well, I'm so pleased that when I get out of here 

I'm gonna write fuckin' greeting cards 

Tellin' everyone how sweet it is here 

Green, it just reminds everybody of their own shit 

And their own puke and oh, the blonde, she pats her hair 

And she tastes aluminum chlorohydrate on her fingertips and oh 

"Daniel" Yes, "Would you come into the office please?" 

I'm walkin' down the corridor 

Of the Grace Hospital 

I'm gonna look out at the rain 

At the sweet, sweet rain 

There's a man in traffic below 

Instead I'm sitting here in rush hour traffic lookin' up the tail pipe 

Of someone I do not know and probably would not even like 

And watchin' this face at the end 

Of the seventh floor corridor of the Grace Hospital 

Lookin' out at the goddamn rain 

I'm walkin' down the corridor 

I'm startin' to get withdrawal but I'm gonna make it to the end 

I can feel my gown a-flappin' and I can hear my slippers a-slappin' 

Hello Mrs. Bergman, no, I don't have the goddamn mail 

And if you don't keep your dog tied up 

I'm gonna have the dog catcher come 

I don't care if you're ninety years old and he's sixteen 

And you've been together all this time 

He's gonna take him away, don't ask me for the mail 

"Daniel, will you come into the office?" 

I'm walking down the corridor of the Grace Hospital 

Me and my bride, there's gonna be a wedding today 

I'm feeling so happy inside, oh, me and my rolling bride 

Here we go hand in hand, needle in arm, she is my only friend 

When I get to the end I will look out at the traffic below 

And I will smile sort of sweetly and tilt my head 

And everyone will look up and think that I'm lookin' out at the rain 

As if it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen 

The Grace Hospital is a terminal hospital 

And everybody knows that and 

And maybe that's why the food's so bad and 

And can I see your fucking boarding passes please, oh? 

Last night someone came into my room 

And they took my bag of sugar water 

And they must have changed it for some strange potion 

'Cause now I feel like I'm floatin' on some strange ocean 

There's a man in traffic 

Instead I'm sittin' here in traffic 

Lookin' up at this white balloon at the end of a liquid string 

At the end of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital 

Lookin' out at the goddamn rain 

Like it's the sweetest thing that he's ever seen 

O, I'm gonna save myself 

I'm running down the corridor 

Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital 

Me and my family, come on everybody 

We're heading down the runway, we're gonna kick this thing 

Come on Mrs. Bergman, there'll be so much mail 

I'm taking off of the runway 

I'm moving out into the rain, out into the rain 

Out into the sweet goddamn, sweet goddamn rain