I never thought I´d be driving through the country just to drive
With only music and the clothes that I woke up in
I never thought I´d need all this time alone it goes to show
I had so much yet I had need for nothing
But you

This is just therapy
Let´s call it what it is
(Not what we were)
With a death-grip on this life always transitioning
This is just therapy
Cause you won´t take my calls
and that makes God the only one who´s left here listening to me

Letting it all sink in
It´s good to feel a sting now and again
I hope it´s one less woeful thing there is to fight through
Forgetting it all begin
Fresh paper and nice expensive pen
The past can not subtract a thing from what I might do
For you
Unless that´s what I let it do

Loneliness and solitude are two things not to get confused
Cause I spend my solitude with you
I gather all the questions of the things I just can´t get straight
And I answer them the way I guess you´d do

Cause this is my therapy
Cause you´re the only one that´s listening to me
This is my therapy
Let´s call it what it is not what we were
With a death-grip on this life that´s in transition
This is my therapy
Cause you won´t hear me out
and that makes God the only one who´s left here listening