The contract's a joke, but when you see smoke You run toward the fire 'cause you must They all called your name when the crash finally came Then left you to pick up the dust I saw you walking in silence down to the bridge But nothing went over the side So I guess to someone with your heritage Withdrawal, like consent, is implied And it's true - no one else will do what you do Volunteers of America, I'm calling you What makes you feel you're less than ideal If you can't get over it all? That walk-away clause can't be just because You're mad at the Cross on the wall Oh, and the last time I saw you, with that hole in your side I had to put my hand in to believe Oh, but I couldn't meet those elephant eyes And you couldn't take time to grieve And it's true - no one else will do what you do Volunteers of America, I'm calling you With your thousand-yard stare and your caretaker's hair I guess we're not sleeping again You're up there online, building your shrine A go-to solution that then Come tomorrow, you'll tear down again So bring out your poor, your washed on the shore Your refuse, your teeming depressed You take them all in, 'cause that's where you've been A person who has to say "yes" And every Sunday and Wednesday you pay homage to The naked and martyred and dead Where every crypt tells the story, the story of you Where bodies aren't bodies, they're bread And it's true - no one else will do what you do Volunteers of America, I'm calling you