Before you draw the final curtain
Before the big top crashes down
Before you pack away my trunk case
I`d like to take a final bow.
One last chance to hear the laughter
And see your face there in the crowd
One last moment in the spotlight
One last chance to be your clown.
I guess you`re tired of walking tightropes
Of setting up and tearing down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground.
Somewhere you`ve lost that sense of wonder
But that`s still the place I`m bound
I`m a storm in search of thunder
I`m just a circus leaving town.
Once we could fill the room with laughter
And fill each other`s hearts with joy
Through each trial and disaster
Still we cling to our choice.
To take a path so unforgiving
A road that waits for no one
You know we chose to keep on living
Lord, tell me where did we go wrong.
I guess you`re tired of walking tightropes
Of setting up and tearing down
You want a place to call forever
And rest your feet on solid ground.
Don`t try to break this spell I`m under
And stop these wheels from spinning around
I`m a storm in search of thunder
Yes, I`m just a circus leaving town.
Some day you`ll wake up and wonder
And your heart will start to pound
And you`ll long for the thunder
And the kiss is of a clown...