A Head of Hair Lyrics

A head of hair like despair

You have absolutely nothing in there

Except a piece of gum

A vintage car like caviar

You'd never drive it anywhere too far

Except the barber shop

On Sundays

Curly hair, so debonair

Tucked under a big hat at the county fair

For charity

A string quartet like regret

Playing only songs you want to forget

But they get stuck in your head

A pair of shoes just like the blues

Walking all over the likes of yous

And me

A lasso rope like desperate hope

Trying to catch a way to cope

With the devil on your shoulder

And the angel in your ear

...

I never know which one I hear

A purple dress like loneliness

A blank slate drawn on a blank canvas

Jokingly

A baroness like distress

Frantically pumping her arms up and down, I guess

to fly into someone's caress

I don't want to assume but I think you know

I'm not half the kid you used to know

It's nothing personal, we're only people after all

A head of hair like despair

I don't know how you get your brush out of there

In time for coffee