Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nobody Home , by - Rick Wakeman. Release date: 30.11.2009
Song language: English
Nobody Home |
| I’ve got a little black book with my poems in |
| Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in |
| When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in |
| I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on |
| Got those swollen hand blues |
| I’ve got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from |
| I’ve got electric light |
| And I’ve got second sight |
| I’ve got amazing powers of observation |
| And that is how I know |
| When I try to get through |
| On the telephone to you |
| There will be nobody home |
| I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm |
| And the inevitable pinhole burns |
| All down the front of my favourite satin shirt |
| I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers |
| I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain |
| I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains |
| I’ve got wild staring eyes |
| And I’ve got a strong urge to fly |
| But I’ve got nowhere to fly to (fly to. fly to. fly to.) |
| Ooooh babe when I pick up the phone |
| («Surprise, surprise surprise…») |
| There’s still nobody home |
| I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots |
| And I’ve got fading roots |