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Clint Black Nobody s Home Released: 1989 Album: Killin Time Lyrics: Move slowly to my dresser drawers Put my blue jeans on Find my cowboy boots, 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 pickup 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 Its 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 pickup truck That the same old bank still owns But since you left, everybody says I m not the guy they ve known The lights