| This is my therapy | |
| You breath life into me | |
| My only sanity | |
| Within these walls is where I'm free | |
| Square peg, round hole | |
| Faces come and faces go | |
| There is so little cast in stone | |
| Regarding life, luck, loss, love | |
| But there is one thing that I know for sure | |
| These are the only crowded rooms | |
| Because of these days I'll never have nothing at all | |
| Because of these times there's only so far I can tell | |
| There will always be a place, there will be a crowded room | |
| Where I'm not all alone | |
| The years have come and multiplied | |
| So much of me has been washed out with the tide | |
| Still there's nowhere else | |
| That I'd rather be | |
| Drawn like a moth to a flame | |
| Without these days I'd have gone insane | |
| So many hearts pinned to so many sleaves | |
| Within these blessed walls | |
| You have set me free | |
| There is no mistake that I'm not free to make | |
| All because of six strings stretched across a board |