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