There's jazz in the other room And dishes in the sink He's cleared off the table A little more room to think About snowmen in the desert And why they wound up there Where he never feels home or warm Even with the summer's stare Mind's unchained Put it all down Ease the pain Soak it in He's not sure he belongs here Spends some time with the trees Wednesday morning phone calls That bring him to his knees Now he's back at the table With music in his ears The voice beyond the music Says, 'don't listen to your fears.' Mind's unchained Put it all down Ease the pain Soak it in