Perfumed Hair - Chris Trapper

Still wearing my makeup from yesterday 
I'm a corner cutting clown 
Lower the curtains down 
There's no more crowds around 

See Mary Jane sneaking a cigarette 
Like a shadow in the room 
Watching the cloud go by 
Wishing that she could fly 

This is the circus 
The backstage door 
Every act I've seen before 

Somebody's spilling a drink on my 
Somebody claimed I saved his life 
Here's hoping he's still alright 

In thorugh the back door in Baltimore 
From the cradle to the stage 
Singing my pain away 
Hoping someone relates 

This is the circus 
The beer soaked floor 
Come take me eyes I've seen before 

But when I feel alone 
When I just don't know 
I hear your voice on the phone 
Saying when I come home you'll be there 
You say you just can't wait 

But I'll be home too late 
So when I find you asleep 
I will turn out the lights 
And kiss your perfumed hair 

Blow out of the club to the parking lot 
From the highway to the street 
Reach in to find the key 
Locked deep inside of me 

Seeing my shadow a second late 
Trying to navigate the stairs 
Hoping that you still care 
Tripping up everywhere 

This is the circus 
The place you land 
Hoping you can come back again 

But when I feel alone 
When I just don't know 
I hear your voice on the phone 
Saying when I come home you'll be there 
You say you just can't wait 

But I'll be home too late 
So when I find you asleep 
I will turn out the lights 
And kiss your perfumed hair