Circus Leaving Town

(Written by Phillip Claypool)
 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...