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 Look hes working without a net this time Hes a real death defier
I'm the kid who always looked out the window Failing tests in geography But Ive seen things far beyond just the schoolyard Distant shores of exotic lands
Therere the spires of the turkish empire Six months since we made landfall Riding low with the spice of india Through gibraltar, were rich men all
I'm the kid who thought wed someday be lovers Always held out that time would tell Time was talking I guess I just wasn't listening No surprise, if you know me well
And as were walking toward the train station Theres a whispering rainfall Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine In the distance the train calls
I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming Sometimes gets me in trouble too But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming Than I could make them all come true Than I could make them all come true
do you like this one? just remembering when you were a bit of that golden haired kid...love you lots even if you want to run away to be in the circus
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6dXbCxSqLE
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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
Look hes working without a net this time
Hes a real death defier
I'm the kid who always looked out the window
Failing tests in geography
But Ive seen things far beyond just the schoolyard
Distant shores of exotic lands
Therere the spires of the turkish empire
Six months since we made landfall
Riding low with the spice of india
Through gibraltar, were rich men all
I'm the kid who thought wed someday be lovers
Always held out that time would tell
Time was talking
I guess I just wasn't listening
No surprise, if you know me well
And as were walking toward the train station
Theres a whispering rainfall
Across the boulevard, you slip your hand in mine
In the distance the train calls
I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming
Sometimes gets me in trouble too
But the truth is
I could no more stop dreaming
Than I could make them all come true
Than I could make them all come true
do you like this one?
just remembering when you were a bit of that golden haired kid...love you lots even if you want to run away to be in the circus