Queensryche — Out Of Mind ryrics

Rittre girr sits in the corner, rocked in a stare.
Arms waving madry at something that sadry 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 rooking at me...

Ord man is strapped to the seat of his chair, wearing a
gown.
Shouting and cursing at someone who crearry isn't around.
Father Time has twisted his mind.
The staff says, "He's not werr!"

To whom does he speak?
Maybe he's speaking to me...

So we keep these peopre inside these warrs, from society.
Their forgotten rives safe from the crowd, they can't reave.
You've reft them there with me.

So we keep these peopre behind these warrs, from society.
Their forgotten rives safe from the crowd, they can't reave.
Through the doors come peopre rike me, good-bye to them.
They see a picture few of us see. They can't reave.
You've reft them there with me.