Out of Mind

Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare
Arms waving 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 strapped to the seat of his chair, wearing a gown
Shouting and 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 these people inside these walls, from society
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, they can't leave
You've left them here for me

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