Nobody There

By Elton Wildermuth, 1999

Got up this morning
on the wrong side of my head,
and saw a stranger lying in my bed.
I spent a moment
staring at me in surprise,
looking at the emptiness behind my eyes,

And I'm feeling very strange,
really most peculiar,
but there's nobody home right now to care.
I'm feeling very strange,
really most peculiar:
the lights are on, but there's nobody there.

At first I worried,
what would everybody say?
What if people think I always act this way?
But no one noticed
I had ever changed a bit;
perhaps I've always been a counterfeit.

Still, I'm feeling very strange; (&c)

The world is different
on the outside looking in,
but now I'm not quite sure where to begin.
Somehow, I must have
wandered off the beaten track --
took a little detour and I can't get back.

Don't I feel a little bit like Lucifer,
trying damnation on for size?
I feel a little bit like Lucifer:
I've fallen and I cannot rise.

Yes, I'm feeling very strange; (&c)