"Nobody's Home"

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 [bad word] my hair the same 
Still like the same cologne And I still drive that pickup [bad word] 
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 
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