A Guy Who Isn’t Home Songtext
von Turner Cody

Just to see that I was home,
But by then I had moved on,


Of a bad neighborhood,
Vaguely in search of feeling nothing,
′Cause nothing feels good,
By docks that held a thousand bales of cotton,
And Carribean rum,
Abandoned to decay now and forgotten,

I must say it adds something to my travels,
To be traveling alone,
No one could prove for certain I'd a witness,
In a black coat and boater,