Hearing Voices

Your lips ain't movin

Your body's still

But voices are talkin somewhere

I hear a jukebox

French fries and beer

And people are talkin somewhere

And I know there's no one home

But I won't put down the phone

I can't think where I should be

I search the kitchen

Put my ear to the wall

I look in the freezer again

Sometimes a notion

Swells like the ocean

Then I can't think where I should be

And I know there's no one home

But I won't put down the phone

I can't think where I should be