Lyrics Mark Lanegan – 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

And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home

I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite 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

Ooh babe when I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home

I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots
But I’ve got fading roots