(hospital Vespers) Lyrics - The Weakerthans

Doctors played your dosage like a card-trick 

Scrabbled down the hallways yelling, "Yahtzee!" 

I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic 

Something called, "The politics of lonely" 

A toothbrush and a quick-pick with the plus 

You tried not to roll your sunken eyes, and said 

"Hey can you help me, I can't reach it" 

Pointed at the camera in the ceiling 

I climbed up, blocked it, so they couldn't see 

Turned to find you out of bed and kneeling 

Before the nurses came, took you away 

I stood there on a chair and watched you pray