Lyrics New Born - Lark

Then I grew older
Then I grew tired
Nothing beneath me I liked
Newborns they carry gens of no fathers
They took my job then I retired

Hospital Bedroom
A nurse on the door
There are no visits, no phone calls
A dime for a new life, a dime for a home
But the well's all empty whish undone

Hospital Bedroom
Death's on the door
No one came visit, no one called...