No Ones Home

No Ones Home

By Paul McCann

Bad news, the blues, Eugene what can I say .

Your soles have holes and you’re walking away.

Shift off Eugene, shuffle away from my door.

Here’s how it is ,no one’s home anymore .

I rang you on the phone Eugene

But you never took the call .

A message left, that’s all  .

No one home at all .

Standing on the sidewalk

Right outside my door .

Go home Eugene , no one’s home anymore .

No shoes Eugene and no jeans to wear .

You’re black faced and broke and losing your hair .

Get up off the floor .

Eugene make the scene .

Until the day you do ,

No ones home anymore .

That old hat is wearing thin Eugene ,on a good head .

People often say that you’d be better off dead .

Bad news Eugene just the same as before .

Don’t look so sad,

No ones home anymore .

No shoes Eugene and no jeans to wear .

You’re black faced and broke .

Your hair is gone and you just carry on .

Get up off the floor .

Eugene make the scene .

Until the day you do ,

No ones home anymore .

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