(I've been wondering where all my friends were this past week...)   NOBODY'S HOME (To the tune of "Nobody's Home," from the Kansas album Point of Know Return)     It's empty now; no friendly face And no one hears the bell The "Star Wars" fans who own this place Have bought their tickets well So far I've come to find there's no one here, both far and near They're all in line for "Star Wars One" And nobody's home   I came to call, perhaps to chat, But I can tell, somehow The friends whose door I'm standing at Are camping out downtown Across the neighborhood to say hello, but now I know They're still in line for "Star Wars One" And nobody's home   The op'ning day has come and gone The reviews have been read The world, once more, begins to run Like waking from the dead For those who camped out here no longer lurk; they're back at work Just three more years 'til "Star Wars Two"...