Wheelhouse

Sometimes I talk too much

But I gotta get it out

But I don't wanna talk

I only wanna listen

But baby talk's soft

My ears are always ringing and

Humming a sad song when I'm alone

But you gotta be alone

To figure things out sometimes

Be alone when even in a crowd of friends and not so

Sometimes of whom you just can't distinguish but

Thank God for the former, yeah

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more

To find a way to get them to the temple one day

Find the temple to bask in the glory of

Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then

Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and

Breathing deep inside

There's a desert down below the earth's core

A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in

A little something from the cupboard over there

A little medicine, it's a medication situation

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more

To find a way to get them to the temple one day

Find the temple to bask in the glory of

Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then

Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and

Breathing deep inside