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 come 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 are sure destruction
My rock and sure foundation

My rock and sure foundation

And every love that made me lose my reasoning
Every chord that made my conscience ache
Every day spent counting hours well, none of them come 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
I always have a song inside my head
I always have a song inside my head