Checking In Songtext
von Covey

Teary eyed in the courtyard
In the car by eleven
I curled up in the back seat
Face wet against the leather

I saw closing the gate
And the cast iron cut right through me
That′s when I felt the weight
And the pain that was all consuming

I don't think you understand
I′m never getting over this
I'll be laid out as an old man
Singing songs that make me reminisce

I don't think you understand
You′re the last face I think i′ll see
When my body checks out
And nobody's checking in


I walk out to the porch
On my house outside the city
And there′s an empty patch of grass
Where you were meant to grow your chili's

I sit down to my left
And drink coffee from a table
That′s placed between two chairs
And overlooks the coop

A puppy runs through the yard
Chasing after a pigeon
As a voice i've learnt to love
Calls me to the kitchen

I don′t think you understand
I'm never getting over this
I'll be laid out as an old man
Singing songs that make me reminisce

I don′t think you understand
You′re the last face I think i'll see
When my body checks out
And nobody′s checking in