Clint Black - Nobody's Home

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 billfold, my pocket change

Just a mindless old routine

Then it's out the door and down the street

But 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



But 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

And 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

© STAGE THREE SONGS;




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