I got no small talk left for you A wishbone broken in two It's nothing but spilled perfume That sleeping wino on a midnight train His tattoo once said her name It's nothing but spilled perfume An old paperback In pages that once pressed a rose Moonlight turned black The scarecrows are dressed in your clothes An old blind Joe taps on the road Oh I think that siren went that way Forgive me I didn't catch your name It's nothing but spilled perfume