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
| 1 | Strange |
| 2 | Snowstorm |
| 3 | Fourth of July |
| 4 | Here She Comes Now |
| 5 | Decomposing Trees |
| 6 | Flowers |
| 7 | Day |
| 8 | Oblivious |
| 9 | Listen, The Snow Is Falling |
| 10 | When Will You Come Home |