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, but you

 This is just therapy, let's call it what it is
 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
 For getting it all begin fresh paper and nice expensive pen
 The past cannot subtract a thing from what I might do for you

 Unless that's what I let it do

 This is just therapy, let's call it what it is
 With a death grip on this life always transitioning
 And this is just therapy 'cause you won't take my calls
 And that makes God the only one who's left here listening

 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

 This is my therapy, let's call it what it is
 With a death grip on this life always transitioning
 This is my therapy 'cause you won't take my calls
 And that makes God the only one who's left here listening to me