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