Visiting Hours

We always said we'd die for rock and roll But you didn't mean it and I didn't mean so slow We thought we'd both go out in some blue fireball of awesome Not watching moonlight drooling down the wall Nodding to some pleasant absentminded nurse's song Wretched and catchy as a yawn You were there but you were barely there at all Like the paused fireworks of the trees in the fall From the waiting room to the wailing wall Visiting hours are over in east St. Paul When I searched your place as per our deal To burn the stash before your kin descend to steal I found your letter trying to leave your flying V to me Drolly addressed to the guitar My favorite part read "You won't have to be alone, guitar Anymore than all of us are" You were there but you were barely there at all Like the paused fireworks of the trees in the fall From the waiting room to the wailing wall Visiting hours are over in east St. Paul Not to put a damper on adieu Heaven knows how much hell meant to you But go tell Tchaikovsky to tell that old electrocardiogram the news Doc says he'll be damned you're pulling through You son of a bitch you You're gonna pull through I swear I knew that You were there when you were barely there at all Let the paused fireworks loose a blue fireball Through the waiting room to the wailing wall Visiting hours are over in east St. Paul We always said we'd die for rock and roll