On three chairs
She lay on her side
Twelve feet
Away from the floor
Angus Young is
Not young any more
Don’t turn your back on drummers
They only count to four
What were you laughing at
Five days ago?
I wish we could remember
And laugh more tomorrow
When you moved in
To that sad, old hospital
We couldn’t find the 6th floor
There was only one story
New numbers every day
Drawers of keys don’t fit the door
Don’t worry, we’ll break in
If someone doesn’t come along
Counting up the times
Rehearsing the names
Remembering the crease of your pants
And noticing the lines in your face
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