Drumming Clown

As the lights go down
 the drumming clown
 whistled a melody
 and as the rain pours down
 his happy face
 turned into a sad one
 the autumn wind reminded him
 that the circus had come and gone
 so he opened a pack of swisher sweets
 and whistles down the first one
 his clothes are ragged
 and his hat is dusty
 his drum is missing snares
 he maybe laughin and he may be cryin
 but no one knows nor cares
 his belly's empty
 but his heart is full
 he knows where he belongs
 so he steps aboard that lovely train
 and he whitsles his favorite song
 and as he sleeps
 he dreams of all the pretty girls
 he's seen throughout his life
 and though his dreams are sweet
 his aching feet
 awake him in the night
 he wakes to the sound of thunder
 and he thinks of a reason why
 then he hangs his head to cry
 then he drifted off to a deeper sleep
 that no one could disturb
 and when he woke
 he was at a place that was higher than the birds
 he said my God I'm here at last
 is this meant to be
 I've lived the life of a hobo clown
 whistle tunes for money
 and his Lord spoke up
 and said my friend
 you are not alone
 you've lived a good life my drumming clown
 and now you have a home
 and somewhere a stockboy opens a crate
 and finds the butt of an old cigar
 he hears a distant whistling
 then he gazes as the stars