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