Steve, little Bucky Herdman, Pat O'Boyle, and me Drank two cases of beer one night; the VW hit a tree Bucky wound up in the emergency room; this was sixty-four or five Well, I hear he's living in Florida now, lucky to be alive Oh, that hospital! Oh, that hospital! Well, my dad freaked out and he wound up there one Christmas way back when Now I'm never gonna see him; he was my age now back then I kept staring out of that window; I could not look at his face He said, "I won't be home for Christmas, son; you're gonna have to take my place That hospital Gonna stay there in that hospital." I was there again in seventy-six; the wife was having a D and C But in the end, she couldn't go through with it, so three left: she, and me And that little girl who was born there, who escaped that scrape with fate A few months ago in Montreal I watched her graduate That hospital She was born there in that hospital Yeah, my sister was born in that hospital too, and now my mother's in there I took the train to see her, Lord, and I sat in that visitor's chair Father was angry, so afraid; this was not a blessed event Now I'm riding back on that train, wondering where our lives went That hospital I keep going back Hey, I could wind up in there; maybe so could you Anything can happen when there's nothing we can do; And if you come to see me, Lord, and you sit in that visitor's chair Take something home from that gift shop so you'll have a souvenir From that hospital