| 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 |
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