Nobody’s home Your loud desperate knocks fall silent on empty hallways Echoing off the closed up doors and windows Nobody’s home You try again One knock, two knocks, three Growing more desperate as you try to see if someone’s home But everything falls silent The echoes dyeing within seconds No footsteps coming to greet you at the door Nobody’s home Your attempts fall flat as they reach the battered up hallway But the sound doesn’t reach much further The dog doesn’t bark The cat doesn’t dare make a single step Nobody’s home Now the knocks become louder and louder More desperate as you try to hear something more than unanswered echoes Louder and louder Drawing the snooping neighbours in Peeping over their tall fences trying to see if you’ll be let in Starting whispered discussions wondering why you are there Are you there to collect money? A cup of sugar or something more? Their conversations staying quiet Their ears stay open seeing if they can hear one more desperate knock Money passed around the fences Betting on what you came for Coming to collect a long lost child? Or just saying hello? None of these neighbours will ever know But their ears stay open Their mouths begin to close as they hear one last desperate knock A knock that yet again falls silent on empty hallways Echoes bringing back the sounds of what was And what will never be A knock that brings back years of memories You’ve heard this before And yet here you are standing at her door waiting to hear it once more One last knock for the crazy desperate man Now he knows that nobody is home There won’t be footsteps there to answer him The dog won’t bark The car won’t awake to see what’s happening But he knocks again Bringing back the wave of memories Trying once more to smell the sweet smell of her Cookies on a cold day The smell of a sprinkler on full blast on the hot ones The touch of her Her face Her face that not for one day has left his memory Every day he remembers her Remembering what once was And what will never be And he does that happily For he knows now that his desperate knocks will only echo back silence Bouncing on walls and doors that should be his Polished door handles Immaculate house That fluffy dog to greet him when he comes home The neighbours begin to leave There’s nothing much more to see here Something much more interesting must be happening on TV Money is handed back and conversation falls quiet Doors slamming, windows banging, kids shouting Sounds that used to be so familiar are now distant memories The man takes in one last breath A soft knock A quiet knock So he can know that he did not leave without a fight He turns and spins and decides to leave Nobody’s home That what he thought Until he saw a car pull in A car that just may let him in