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Copyright © 1985 John Ziegler

I made my way to old home
Thought you said take the third door on the right
Knock knock but nobody is home
Nobody was in or out there's no one on the couch
Nobody was in or out there's no one on the couch
Nobody was home

I climbed up the marble staircase
Thought I heard voices on the second floor
I tripped up-that where I slipped up
Nobody was up or down there's no one to be found
Nobody was up or down there's no one to be found
Nobody was home

Slip tip-toe to your bed
The floor felt all deception underfoot
I pulled back that's where I pull back
Nobody was in or out there's no one on my couch
Nobody was up or down there's no one to be found
Nobody was home