Nobody’s Home Songtext
von Clint Black

Move slowly to my dresser drawers
Put my blue jeans on
Find my cowboy boots, my button down
Strap my timepiece on my arm

Grab my bill fold, my pocket change
Just a mindless old routine
Then, it′s out the door and down the street
It's not really me

I still comb my hair the same
Still like the same cologne
And I still drive that pick-up truck
That the same old bank still owns

Since you left, everybody says
I′m not the guy they've known
The lights are on
But nobody's home


Cup of coffee in the morning
It′s just food for the brain
But I′ve been numb since our last goodbye
I haven't felt a thing

But now, there′s pains in my head
Pains in my chest
And I think I'm losing my hair
I′m a half a man with half a mind
To think you didn't care

I still comb my hair the same
Still like the same cologne
And I still drive that pick-up truck
That the same old bank still owns

But since you left, everybody says
I′m not the guy they've known
The lights are on
But nobody's home

Since you left, everybody says
I′m not the guy they′ve known
The lights are on
But nobody's home
The lights are on
But nobody′s home