There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor   He thinks he's Hank Williamshear 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mother, 'cos his daddy's always gone   There's a bum from down on Broadway and then a few quite well-to-do's   Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview      There's a girl who cries above me, loud enough to wake the dead   They don't know what she has taken that has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 that 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