Nobody Home

Pink Floyd - Nobody Home, cover. I dont normally do covers but have done this for a friend, hopes you enjoy.

Nobody Home.

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

Got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from

I got electric light and I,ve got second sight and 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,ll be nobody home

I,ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pin hole 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)
Oooh babe when i pick up the phone
Theres still nobody home

I,ve got a pair of go hills boots
But I got fading roots