(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...