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