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' 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 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 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