Nobodys Home — текст песни (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 billfold, my pocket change

Just a mindless old routine

Then its out the door and down the street

But its not really me

I still comb my hair the same

Still like the same cologne

And I still drive that pickup truck

That the same old bank still owns

But since you left, everybody says

Im not the guy theyve known

The lights are on, but nobodys home

Cup of coffee in the morning

Just food for the brain

But Ive been numb since our last goodbye

I havent felt a thing

But now theres pains in my head

And pains in my chestand I think Im losing my hair

Im a half a man with half a mind

To think you didnt care

Repeat chorus