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