Queensryche

Out Of Mind

Little girl sits in the corner,
locked in a stare,
arms waiving madly at something,
that sadly isn't there.
Dressed in the day's best by a nurse,
who's nowhere to be found,
What does she see?
Maybe she's looking at me.

Old man is strappend to the seat of his chair,
wearing a gown,
shouting out ans cursing at someone who clearly
isn't around.
Father time has twisted his mind,
the staff says:"He's not well."
To whom does he speak?
Maybe he's speaking to me.

So we keep this people inside these walls,
from society.
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd,
they can't leave.
You have left them here for me.

So we keep this people behind these walls,
from society.
Their forgotten lifes save from the crowd,
the can't leave.
Through the doors come people like me,
good-bye to them.
They see a picture few of us see.
The can't leave.
You've left them here for me.