Hearing Voices

Your lips ain't movin', your body still

But voices are talkin' somewhere

I hear a jukebox, French fries and beer

And people are talkin' somewhereAnd I know there's no one home

But I won't put down the phone

I can't think where I should beI searched the kitchen, put my ear to the wall

I looked in the freezer again

Sometimes a notion swells like the ocean

Then I can't think where I should beAnd I know there's no one home

But I won't put down the phone

I can't think where I should be