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