I'm the kid who ran away with the circus

Now I'm watering elephants

But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust

Dreaming I'm in a suit of light



Late at night in the empty big top

I'm all alone on the high wire

Ladies and gentlemen, there is no net this time

He's a real death defier



I'm the kid who always looked out the window

Failing the tests in geography

But I have seen things far beyond just this schoolyard

Distant shores of exotic lands



There's the spires of the Turkish empire

Six months since we made landfall

Riding low with the spices of India

Through Gibralter, we're rich men all



I'm the kid who thought we'd someday be lovers

Always held out that time would tell

Time was talking

Guess I just wasn't listening

No surprise, if you know me well



As we're walking down toward the train station

I hear a whispering rainfall

Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine

In the distance the train's last call



I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming

That sometimes gets me in trouble too

But the truth is

I could no more stop dreaming

Than I could make them all come true