Committed to Parkview

There's a man across the hall who sits staring at the floor
 He thinks he's Hank Williams, hear 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, 'cause his daddy's always gone
 There's a bum from down on Broadway and 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 Who have withdrawn from the rat race and committed to Parkview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 who 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