Outside the storm clouds gathering move silently along the dusty boulevard where flowers turning crane their fragile mane so they can in turn reach up and kiss the sky
They're driven by a strange desire unseen by the human eye someone's calling
I remember when you held my hand in the park we would wait when the circus came to town (over here)
Outside the circus gathering moves silently along the rain swept bouledvard the procession moves on, the shouting is over the fabulous freaks are leaving town
They're driven by a strange desire unseen by the human eye someone's calling
The carnival is over
We sat and watched as the moon rose for the very first time