nobody's here quiet soft air
play solitarian life
i notice my hands giving me loud applause
if you're a goat you don't mind
gee it's great to be home
hobbies galore
don't you engage in a craft
don't you like it alone
locked behind doors
made the test you're the best
pa**ing the grade every time
busy in love cutting up stuff
writing the melodies light
ten pounds a day isn't the kind of bread
one would expect to be mine
but there's always home
hobbies galore
why doesn't somebody talk
don't you like me a lot
locked behind doors
where you at where'm i at
walking the floors onto you
nobody's here what would i care
painting the musical night
throw me away apathy blinded you
just when my hobbies are right
but there's always home
hobbies galore
don't you engage in a craft
don't you like it alone
locked behind doors
where'm i at where you at
walking the floors onto you
i'm growing through you
i'm going to to display my
hobbies galore just for you
written by R. Stevie Moore