Visiting hours are over Leave my yard, my dirt, my toys You rank but a photograph On the mantle on the door One day out of every week Is never time to speak The words that join this half with yours A house divided life confused Only half my heart is used Not enough feet touch these floors But don't stop whining until you're Looking for what you're finding Some people eat anything they're fed 'Cause you know there's something ahead you Just keep making do until you're dead