Woke up one day in a peculiar situation, my love smiling down like an angel over me|She said you're hurt, you're in a hospital No, no don't try to get up|You've been asleep now for nine days 'cause you're a mess of injury|Thank God the worst is over We don't know how you survived|You've got to do exactly as you're told now for us to bring you back to life with all your |Stitches and sutures and staples It's not the time for your |Wishes and futures and fables look at all those|Stitches and sutures and staples and dream on|Imagine my surprise but there could be no other explanation|For the poor broken body stretched before me on my bed|So time went by and I cried and I got mad, and I got crazy|And shadows on the wall started playing tricks in my head | And for a time it seemed the only thing that was holding me together|Was all the|Stitches and sutures and staples, this was no time for my|Wishes and futures and fables, it's all about those|Stitches and sutures and staples, so dream on|And it seems now that nothings ever going to be the same|But isn't change good for you?|Yeah, I've heard that too|And you'd think that I'd learn to leave well enough alone|But maybe I've never understood, baby when I've got it good|Until I'm crying, crying, crying|So one day in comes this card, a great big get-well howd'ya do |And I opened it to see the message; now I'm sharing it with you|It said Dear Carl: Sorry that you feel so bad. We hope that this card |will bring you some happiness to make you feel better|Lots of love from all your|Stitches and Sutures and Staples |Now get back to all your Wishes and futures and fables |So long from all your stitches sutures and staples |Now move on|