White tiles and a plastic chair.
Cold scent of the sterile air.
A clipboard held in shaking hands.
A map of all the strange demands.
Wait for the bell to ring clear.
The cure for the funny fear.
Hold on to the yellow line.
Everything will be just fine.
A head like a giant light bulb.
The chaos of the clinic gulf.
A doctor with a golden glass.
Watching all the patients pass.
Wait for the bell to ring clear.
The cure for the funny fear.
Hold on to the yellow line.
Everything will be just fine.
Pills in a little blue jar.
The exit sign is very far.
Walking through a sliding door.
Scrubbing clean the checkered floor.
The budget is running low.
The queues are starting to grow.
One more wing and one more bed.
A little more hope instead.
Sneeze in the middle of the hall.
A picture hanging on the wall.
Paper gowns and a steady beat.
Walking on the polished sheet.
Wait for the bell to ring clear.
The cure for the funny fear.
Hold on to the yellow line.
Everything will be just fine.
The coffee machine is a mess.
The stress is a heavy dress.
But we smile through the odd design.
And wait for the perfect sign.
Wait for the bell to ring clear.
The cure for the funny fear.
Hold on to the yellow line.
Everything will be just fine.
The bell rings clear.
We are finally here.
