You, another tired second-person address
Words written hastily and under duress
I'm cold and holed up in the back of the van
Devoid of eloquence or elegant plan

And I'm paranoid
And I can't help but think
That somewhere someone
Is listening in

But all the words that I kept in my pockets
Jotted down on supermarket receipts
At base turned out to be solid masonry

And I'm scared of the kids
Who come to our shows
And scared of the words
That they seem to know

Because in truth all my high ideals are in ruins
In truth, I don't really know what I'm doing
Growing out of these clothes
Turned out to mean losing certainty

So sing, your voices level the land
My Jericho, my rock and sure foundation

Every love that made me lose my reasoning
Every chord that made my conscience ache
Every day spent counting hours
Well, none of them comes close
To singing back a song inside my head
I always had a song inside my head

And yes, there are times when I am tired and stressed
When I am hasty and I'm under duress
I'm a narcissist and I'm not at my best
I have to say I'm not impressed

Of all the things that I believed in my teens
I'm left with unread books and badly made 'zines
Some might-have-beens that somehow even yet
Bring a spring to my step

I remember calloused hands
And paint-stained jeans
And I remember safe-as-houses self-belief

Sing, your voices of destruction
My rock and sure foundation
My rock and sure foundation

Every love that made me lose my reasoning
Every chord that made my conscience ache
And every day spent counting hours
Well, none of them comes close
To singing back a song inside my head

And every line that made me lose my reasoning
Every chord that made my conscience ache
Every sound a memory, that's all I ever need
I always have a song inside my head