| Song | Nobody Home (2011 - Remaster) |
| Artist | Pink Floyd |
| Album | The Discovery Boxset (2011 - Remaster) |
| [00:29.48] | I got a little black book with my poems in. |
| [00:34.14] | Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. |
| [00:39.70] | When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. |
| [00:47.64] | I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. |
| [00:52.36] | Got those swollen hands blus. |
| [00:57.49] | Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. |
| [01:04.86] | I got electric light, |
| [01:08.16] | And I got second sight. |
| [01:14.88] | Got amazing powers of observation. |
| [01:25.55] | And that is how I know, |
| [01:28.81] | When I try to get through, |
| [01:33.00] | On the telephone to you, |
| [01:39.35] | There'll be nobody home. |
| [01:45.74] | I got the obligatory Hendrix perm, |
| [01:55.95] | And the inevitable pinhole burns, |
| [02:01.40] | All down the front of my favorite satin shirt, |
| [02:07.54] | I got nicotine stains on my fingers. |
| [02:14.28] | I got a silver spoon on a chain. |
| [02:17.86] | Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains. |
| [02:26.07] | I've got wild, staring eyes. |
| [02:32.35] | And I got a strong urge to fly. |
| [02:37.01] | But I got nowhere to fly to… fly to… fly to… fly to. |
| [02:50.67] | Ooooo Babe, |
| [02:57.02] | When I pick up the phone, |
| [03:03.65] | There's still nobody home. |
| [03:08.54] | I got a pair of Gohill boots, |
| [03:17.81] | And I got fading roots. |
| [00:29.48] | I got a little black book with my poems in. |
| [00:34.14] | Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. |
| [00:39.70] | When I' m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. |
| [00:47.64] | I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. |
| [00:52.36] | Got those swollen hands blus. |
| [00:57.49] | Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. |
| [01:04.86] | I got electric light, |
| [01:08.16] | And I got second sight. |
| [01:14.88] | Got amazing powers of observation. |
| [01:25.55] | And that is how I know, |
| [01:28.81] | When I try to get through, |
| [01:33.00] | On the telephone to you, |
| [01:39.35] | There' ll be nobody home. |
| [01:45.74] | I got the obligatory Hendrix perm, |
| [01:55.95] | And the inevitable pinhole burns, |
| [02:01.40] | All down the front of my favorite satin shirt, |
| [02:07.54] | I got nicotine stains on my fingers. |
| [02:14.28] | I got a silver spoon on a chain. |
| [02:17.86] | Got a grand piano to prop my mortal remains. |
| [02:26.07] | I' ve got wild, staring eyes. |
| [02:32.35] | And I got a strong urge to fly. |
| [02:37.01] | But I got nowhere to fly to fly to fly to fly to. |
| [02:50.67] | Ooooo Babe, |
| [02:57.02] | When I pick up the phone, |
| [03:03.65] | There' s still nobody home. |
| [03:08.54] | I got a pair of Gohill boots, |
| [03:17.81] | And I got fading roots. |