Nobody Home歌词

作词 : Waters
作曲 : Waters
I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag' got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blus.
Got thirteen channels of **** on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light'
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know'
When I try to get through'
On the telephone to you'
There'll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm'
And the inevitable pinhole burns'
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt'
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains.
I've got wild' staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to.
Ooooo Babe'
When I pick up the phone'
There's still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots'
And I got fading roots.