- Votes:
- Composer:
- Clint Patrick Black
 
- Genres:
- Country
 
- Tags:
- american country
- good song
- melancholy
- modern country
 
- See also:
Clint Black - Nobody's Home lyrics
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 thingClint Black - Nobody's Home - http://motolyrics.com/clint-black/nobodys-home-lyrics.html
 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















